"You can't stop progress!" -- Muriel's Wedding, 1994
Passing other people feels like progress. There's so little certainty about what our meaningful advances truly are--at work, at school, with family--that it's easier to judge ourselves using relative speed. Who has accomplished what, and by when? Am I behind, or lapping my peers?
But relative speed is an illusion. The arc of our lives is unpredictable, making the meaning in our lives unknowable until time has lapped us.
Live for now; leave the question of "progress" for those times when you can look back and see the trajectory of life.