The day nothing happened

There are days when nothing goes wrong, yet everything is a little different.
You wake up, you get ready, you go to school, you laugh with your friends, and you go back home. You answer your parents with the usual 'I'm fine' and spend your night browsing people's lives.
Nothing goes wrong yet, when you finally lay your head down on your pillow, you somehow feel empty.
I think that's the worst scenario when we feel like we are just not happy enough for some reason
We do these kinds of ordinary days and somehow they end up showing us the things we are too afraid to see.
Imagine that one day, someone is in his classroom, having a good laugh with his friends, yet deep inside he is stressing about his future. Everybody has their own plans. Some want to study medicine, others want to be successful, and some people just seem to be happy with their lives.
He laughs, but deep inside he wonders if he is doing well enough.
He does not ask himself that question out loud. He just grabs his notebook and writes down something. Later that day, when he gets back home, his mom asks him if he ate something. He looks at her with a 'really?' look and says that he did not, still absorbed by his phone screen. She tells him to do his homework and he gets annoyed. She leaves the room and he feels guilt, but there is not much he can do about it now.
He tells himself he will apologize the next day.
We do that a lot, don't we? We put off our talks with other people to the next time, next week, or maybe next year.
We put off some affection or love or guilt or even our happiness, thinking we will have a better moment, a better scenario, a better reason to finally say what is on our minds.
But then, at night, when our phones are off and all those distractions are gone, all we want is to have that moment happen again.
All those things we wanted to talk about, the marks we did not get, the messages we did not receive, the friends who not get, the messages we did not receive, the friends who seem to cut off contact with us, the thing we wanted to be when we grew up, and so many other things we let go because we thought we would have more time, suddenly become the only things that matter.
Under all those things that went unsaid, we realize we were stressing about what if we're just not becoming someone important enough in this world.
Maybe growing up is not about having all the answers; maybe it's about accepting uncertainty without letting it tell us we are not worthy enough
We can be thankful for our lives and still have bad days. We can love our families and still make them suffer. We can have goals and doubts and dreams and not know what we want to be when we grow up, and that's okay.
Tomorrow, our alarm will sound again and we will have a new day to do things differently.