It’s never big enough. Or new enough. Or cool enough.
It’s easy for others to have more, better things, or something you don’t yet have, so you are always comparing yourself to people around you and feeling the pangs over what you might be lacking.
This, instead of paying attention to what you already have.
It is the optimal recipe for unhappiness.
The bounties of life that you have already, are limitless.
What happens if you are always comparing what you have against what others have?
Instead of the sense that you are lucky and that you have everything you need, you invite envy, greed, jealousy, a sense that nothing is fair. That nothing is working out in your favor.
You begin to measure yourself and others by things.
Everything feels incomplete.
There is always someone who has more money, is more successful, is smarter, is younger, and is stronger, even luckier sometimes.
You keep looking to collect things on the outside and are left with a hollow inside.
The designations, the recognitions, the power to control the fate of other men, the latest gadget cars, the children in top-rated schools…
You end up with a four-bedroom house full of belongings you don’t need, a body tired enough trying to maintain them, and a soul that feels starved precisely because of that and yet doesn’t understand why.
I mean, why…?
If I already have everything?
