There are days that I feel less happy, unappreciated, abused, and used. (Disclaimer: Well, these never happened in my personal and family life. My life as a daughter, sister, mother, and wife will always be my source of happiness no matter how challenging it may seem at times.)
Admittedly, there are moments that I feel I just needed to make that one big, drastic, and quick decision that will change everything (hopefully for the better). These moments often happen whenever I feel envious of other people’s lives. Not realizing that I should be grateful enough that I’m living my life and that I’m blessed with the things that I have. But as a normal person that I am, I recognize that these instances are inevitable. After all, life is meant to be live well and not to be lived perfectly.
Sharing with you this beautiful article from Bo Sanchez that tackles one of my life’s pressing issue right now.
Living life well,
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.
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,