If I’d done everything already, what would I spend the rest of my life doing?
Logically, my ridiculous self expectations are paradoxical, because if I’d achieved everything I could ever achieve already, I wouldn’t be able to achieve anything more (because there would be nothing left to achieve) in the future, and those future years(/the rest of my life) would be wasted by default. Assuming I have more years in front of me than behind me, the wasted years would outweigh the “successful” years, meaning that – on the whole – my life would be a failure.
So, now I’m kinda glad I still have a long way to go; it makes me feel better, in a bizarre way.
(Yes, this really is how my mind works.)