Comparison is a game, a trap we often fall, As we measure our worth against others, we feel small. But the truth is, each of us is on our own path, And our journey’s unique, a story meant to last. We look at others, see their success and fame, And feel we’re lagging, playing a losing game. But what we don’t see is the work they put in, Their struggles and hardships, the battles...
Comparison is a game you can never win, A race where no one comes out as the kingpin. The more you strive to be like others, The more your own journey suffers. Each life is unique, with its own pace, So why not learn to appreciate your own race? Stop measuring yourself by others’ success, And instead focus on your own progress. Trust the timing of your life, my dear, Things will happen when...
I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you Nobody too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell, they’d advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one’s name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog! This poem by Emily Dickinson explores the idea of identity and fame. The speaker declares that...
In the depths of sleep, a vision appearsA dream, a hope, to calm our fearsIt knows no bounds, no limits setFor every dream, a chance to forget It whispers in our ear at nightA world of possibility in sightIt takes us to a land so farWhere troubles fade, like a shooting star There’s no such thing as an exclusive dreamFor every soul, a chance to redeemA life that’s filled with joy and...
