Stop Comparing Yourself
We live in a pathologically dissatisfied world.
And I’m going to tell you why.
Because we love to compare.
Go around the world and discover that people aren’t
happy with their bodies. Filipinos want to be fair complexioned like
Westerners and so buy bleaching stuff. Westerners want to own
bronzed-bodies like ours and so purchase tanning lotions. Those with
moles have them removed while those who don’t have any strategically
implant beauty spots. Some people want to shed a few pounds to
look like Ally Macbeal while others want to gain some baby fat to look
like Drew Barrymore. When are we ever going to stop and simply be
happy with how we look?
We live in a sick world, I tell you.
And that sickness is comparisonitis.
Take a look at wealth.
When we drive our old Toyota, it
really suits us fine. We feel blessed in fact when the rain pours
outside and we feel snug and cozy on its faded upholstered seats. But
the moment we see our own officemate (or neighbor, or buddy, or cousin,
or brother) drive his sleek black Lexus, we automatically feel like third class children of God. Next time we drive our bumpy, noisy, rusted, dilapidated Toyota (notice
how all the defects come out all of a sudden?), we feel deprived,
dispossessed, pariahs, total failures, debased, and only a little higher
than the insects of the earth.
Listen carefully.
Bill Gates’ total assets is $60
billion. That’s more than the GNP of some small countries. Tiger Woods
earns $80 million simply by smiling on TV with a Nike shirt. And some of the stars of TV sitcoms are paid $1 Million per episode.
My point? No matter how hard you work, there’ll
still be some people who will be richer than you are. And there’ll be
some people who will be more beautiful, have more sex appeal, have more
boyfriends, and have more problems.
Try it for once. Stop looking around. Don’t compare!
Don’t compare her nose with your nose.
Don’t compare his wife with your wife.
Don’t compare his salary with your salary.
Don’t compare her breast size with your breast size.
Don’t compare her kid’s report card with your kid’s report card.
Don’t compare his prayer group with your prayer group.
Don’t compare her cellulite deposits with your cellulite deposits.
For crying out loud, stop comparing and start living!
And you’ll be happier with your life, I guarantee.
This is crucial: The most difficult thing in the world is to be who you are not. Pretending
and trying to be someone else is the official pastime of the human
race. (I don’t think dogs and cats and cows and horses have this
problem.)
And the easiest thing in the world is to be yourself.
Be happy. Live! There must be a reason why God made you tall or short or fat or thin or bumpy all over.
Love who you are!
May your dreams come true,
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