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I was chatting with Syl and she happened to ask casually, whether I was driving now, to which I said yes, and she got miffed because I didn’t tell her, considering it was - I couldn’t have put it any better myself - a Milestone.

I was about to say that it wasn’t really a big deal when it suddenly came to my mind that it was, really, a milestone.

I mean I always felt proud because I was capable of driving, but I just thought that if I mentioned that to anyone then they would just think I was being silly - since everybody could drive, so it wasn’t like a talent or something.

So I was glad to know that someone would understand that even a small accomplishment - like being able to drive - was still something to be rewarded of. It doesn’t matter what people think about it; whether or not it was something grand - but it’s what it means for each individual to overcome that hurdle.

I was glad that she recognized that feeling to; and it was nice to know that there were people who felt proud of me achieving things that mean a lot to me.

Sometimes I think I was being too hard on myself - I push myself too much. But in the end I get more exhausted. Similar to trying to drive faster and end up broke because you keep spending money to buy petrol that is much wasted on the “speeding up” trips.

I even forgot the fact that for someone like me, to be able to drive a manual car and arrive safe and sound to my destinations could be considered as God-given miracles; and there I was trying to speed up, forgetting to appreciate the fact that being able to drive and having access to A car was already something to make my life a lot easier.

I didn’t have to catch public transport. I didn’t have to be squashed in in a car full of sweaty people and being sweaty myself. That I could go to places I wanted. That I could put on my music as loud as I wanted. That I had, somehow, achieved one of the many things I wanted to achieve in life - and that was driving and listening to trance and simply enjoy the feeling of independence and solitude.

So I got excited to think that, hey, this wasn’t so bad, it was easy. I could achieve the other stuff too. And somehow life seemed a lot better - and hopeful. You just gotta see that through someone else’s eyes before you can realize it yourself, and that your accomplishments, no matter how big or small, matters.

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