A few weeks ago, I came across a Facebook post of one of my high school classmates sharing trip photographs in Paris. In that moment, I had a mix of feelings. On one hand, I was feeling on cloud nine to see how my classmate reached her goals of exploring places around the world, albeit, deep in my heart, I felt that something was missing in my life. My habits were all about studying and working, I did not have a chance to share with family and my isolation of these occupations increased and dominated my life to the point that I had inmense sadness and loneliness. I started comparing myself to my classmate and even though, my grandmother affirms that I was feeling green with envy, I was tinged with that sensation of not living to the fullest and sharing experiences with people. From that moment, I realized that I was experiencing the fear of missing out :(