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This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at SLU chapter.

Progress

[progress]

NOUN

  1. forward or onward movement toward a destination.

Here I sit; 

Doing my work at what I believe is a steady pace.

Yet, the people around me are racing,

Constantly racing,

Like they are running out of time.

I see and observe

My peers, the ones all around me,

Sprinting and surpassing countless hurdles

All in the time it takes me to surpass one.

Everyday I feel my progress is abysmal

Compared to others.

Everyone is racing to reach their goals.

Yet, here I am just trying to begin my trek to reach my goals.

Everyday it just feels like everyone is moving faster;

While I am moving even slower.

What is progress and how can I check the boxes that I see others check off?

I know that everyone is unique and has their own path to follow,

But I can’t help but to compare all of my shortcomings with other’s successes.

Why do I feel so behind even though i’m taking all the proper steps in my own way?

When will the looming anxiety I face finally disappear, and I feel like I am on the right track?

I want to follow my peers on the journey, feeling safe that I am hitting all the landmarks.

But that is just not feasible, in the end it is my own power that will take me where I need to go.

How do I determine that destination when I can not even see it on the horizon?

I guess that is just for me to find out.

Sometimes I feel like I am actually going backwards instead of forward and that is terrifying,

Because these thoughts of whether everything will be alright weigh on my mind.

I have no choice but to trust in my own decisions,

And strive to achieve the progress I desire on this winding and branched path, 

To get to the destination of my aspirations. 

Hopefully I will soon have my feelings of success finally progress.

 

Amasil is the President for SLU's Her Campus Chapter. She is a Biology major at Saint Louis University. Amasil enjoys writing poetry about the thoughts and concerns she has in her head, they are therapeutic in a way. Amasil loves goats, eating twice her weight in chocolate, and baking french macarons.