When the world passes you by

Its great passing by others, you have things under your control, how fast you go by and who you talk with.
But my reality is different, the world passes me by, constantly!
These young kids, and the occasional older one, who make up 90% of the hikers all seem to be walking twice as fast as me. It feels like standing on the roadside watching the cars go by.
THAT IS DEPRESSING!
Constantly I am reminded of my age, but worse still it is impossible to take up contact with any one, because you never get beyond saying "hi, where do you come from?" And then they are gone!
That is sad and makes me lonely!
But yesterday I noticed that some young kids have the same problem. I met "purple". Purple had just walked 50km in one day and when he arrived at "Tule spring" in the afternoon, and was still bouncing like a young springbok. His speed fascinated me and simultaneously angered me because it showed me once again how slow I am. In the discussion that followed he confided that he is lonely because his speed prevents him from ever getting beyond the" hi how are you? where do you come from?"
Now! That's a new view on the problem!!!!!
Another lady I spoke with, mentioned: "the trail teaches you to stop comparing yourself to others".
When will I stop comparing myself to those racing by, and just do my thing? And simply trust that at some stage someone will appear who walks just as fast as me?Leer más