Handwritten notes from my journal
As a kid, I once adamantly demanded some stuff that my friends had. My mom took me to the balcony and pointed at a nearby construction site where kids of the laborers were playing bare feet in scorching heat, and were still smiling.
I was taught that when our mind is clouded with comparison, look carefully at what we have and be grateful about it. Understand that each of us has been bestowed with unique gifts. The paths we take, our context, the way we look at life, our conditioning – everything is different. How can our destinations (and the speed at which we reach those destinations) be same?
In a world driven by comparison, be compassionate. Comparison steals the joy. The act of comparing is the act of undermining ourselves.
Less Comparison. More Compassion. More Gratitude.