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 of life,
And to not compare,
With the fortunes of others.
For each one moves,
According to their destiny,
Neither late nor early,
But on their own journey.
So leave the habit,
Of peeping into others plates,
And take the food with love,
From your own blessed fate.
Comparison is the thief of joy.
Learn to appreciate what you have and where you are in life.
– Theodore Roosevelt
