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...
Where are your classmates,The counsellor asked,And the gentleman complied,He searched and gathered,Their present state and fate. Some were rich beyond measure,Some were poor and destitute,Some were sick and suffering,Some were imprisoned or lost. And amidst all this sorrow,The gentleman realized,That he was lucky and blessed,With a healthy family and mind. He learned to appreciate,His own plate...
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...
