FOMO Is a Race You Can't Win — Be the Ocean, Not the Chaser

Here is a scene almost everyone will recognise. You are out with friends, the food is good, the conversation is fine — and your hand reaches for the phone. Not for anything urgent. You just want to glance at what everyone else is doing tonight, in case it is somehow better than this. You are at a dinner, quietly worried you are missing a dinner.

We have a tidy name for this now: FOMO, the fear of missing out. We treat it as a small modern annoyance, a side effect of having too many options and a screen full of other people's highlights. And on the surface it does look like a problem of the outside world — too many parties, too many trips, too many lives you are not living.

But notice the strange shape of it. The ache does not actually go away when you catch up. You see the other event, maybe you even go, and within an hour the same restlessness points somewhere new. If a feeling cannot be satisfied by getting the thing it claims to want, then the thing it claims to want is not really the problem. An old text noticed exactly this, long before there were feeds to scroll, and its answer is more useful than any tip about screen time.

The wanting itself is not new. Humans have always glanced sideways, measured their lives against the neighbour's, ached for the thing just out of reach. What is new is that the glancing has been industrialised. The feed is not a neutral window; it is a machine built, very deliberately, to make sure you never feel full. The moment you feel you have enough, you stop scrolling, and a business that lives on your attention cannot allow that.

So the screen hands you a thousand lives at once, each one edited down to its best ten seconds — the wedding without the debt, the trip without the airport, the body without the bad days. You are not comparing your life to other lives. You are comparing your whole messy inside to a thousand curated outsides, all at the same time. No one survives that comparison feeling enough.

This is why the ache feels bottomless. We have quietly handed over our sense of 'enough' to something engineered to keep it just out of reach. FOMO is not really information about the world; it is the sound of that handover. The leak was always in us — the old human pull to want what we do not have. The feed just found the leak and learned, for profit, exactly how to keep it open.

The Gita hands us one image for this that is hard to forget. Picture the sea. Rivers pour into it without pause, from every direction, all day and all night — and the ocean's level does not jump up with each one. It receives everything and stays steady. Then the verse turns the image on us: the person whom desires enter the way rivers enter that full, unmoving sea — that person finds peace. Not, it adds pointedly, the one who runs after desires.

Sit with how exact that is for FOMO. The rivers are the endless feed — events, trips, opinions, the next thing and the next. They are not going to stop, any more than rivers stop flowing to the sea. The verse does not tell you to dam the rivers or move away from them. It tells you the only thing you actually control: your level. Whether each incoming thing makes you rise and fall, or whether you can let it enter and pass without losing your steadiness.

That is the quiet reframe. The cure for the fear of missing out was never to catch up — to chase every river until there are none left, which is impossible. It is to stop being the chaser and start being the sea. You will still see everything. You simply stop letting your sense of okay rise and crash with each thing that flows by.

First wrong move: try to catch up. Go to more, do more, see more, until you have not missed anything. This is the chaser's path, and it cannot win, because the supply of things to miss is infinite and your time is not. Every river you chase down reveals ten more behind it. Running faster does not get you to the end of an endless thing.

Second wrong move, the one that sounds spiritual: renounce it all. Delete every app, want nothing, declare yourself above it. But an old line from the Isha Upanishad blocks that escape too. It says, in effect, enjoy this world — but by letting go, and do not grab. The instruction is not to stop living; it is to stop clutching. Quitting in a huff is often just FOMO wearing the opposite costume — still ruled by the thing, only now by avoiding it instead of chasing it.

Third wrong move: treat FOMO as harmless, a cute modern quirk. It is not harmless. Look at what it actually does in the moment — it pulls you out of the dinner you are at to worry about the dinner you are not at. It taxes every present experience to fund an imaginary better one. That is the real cost: not the events you miss, but the life you are in fact living and only half-attending, because part of you is always somewhere else.

There is a deeper turn hidden in that Upanishad line — enjoy by letting go, do not grab — and it is the part most worth carrying. We assume grabbing is how you enjoy a thing: hold it tighter, get more of it, lock it down. The old insight is the reverse. The grabbing is exactly what ruins the enjoying. The hand clenched around this moment, terrified of the next one slipping by, cannot actually feel the moment it is holding.

You can test this tonight. The cup of tea you drink while scrolling for a better evening is barely tasted. The conversation you half-hear because you are tracking three other things is barely had. FOMO does not steal the events you miss; it steals the ones you are in, by keeping one eye on the exit the whole time. The fear of missing out is, ironically, the most reliable way to miss what is actually in front of you.

This is what the old word santosha means, and it is widely misread. Contentment is not lowering your ambitions or pretending you want nothing. It is a much simpler shift: no longer needing the next thing to arrive before you are allowed to be okay now. From that steadiness, the Yoga Sutra says, comes a happiness nothing else can match — not because you got everything, but because you stopped renting out your peace to whatever you had not got yet.

This matters because the rivers are only going to multiply. Every year the feed gets faster, the lives on it look more complete, and the machine gets better at finding the leak and holding it open. If your plan is to fight FOMO by finally catching up — by missing nothing — you have signed up for a race that is designed never to end. The one variable you actually hold is not the world's supply of things; it is your own level. That is the whole point of the ocean.

And the stakes are larger than a restless evening. A life lived in permanent FOMO is a life half-attended — always taxing the present to chase a better elsewhere, until you look up and find the present quietly went by. The fear of missing out, left to run, is the surest way to miss your own life.

So the small step is almost embarrassingly concrete. The next time the pull comes — at dinner, in a conversation, mid-task — do not fight it and do not obey it. Just name what chasing the absent is costing you right now: this meal, this face across the table, this ordinary evening you are actually in. Let the rivers flow past; you do not have to rise with each one. Being fully in one real moment turns out to be the one thing no feed can offer you, and the only thing that was ever going to make the ache go quiet.

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