Comparison is the thief of all joy; it robs us of our individuality. One of my mentors would always tell me “Stop trying to be like everyone else they are already taken, you are already taken by you”. Sure, I lie to myself and say I don’t compare because I know it’s wrong but am I human? Yes so yes I compare myself, my story and my life to others. I mean c’mon if I stood in front of a room and asked everyone if they have ever compared themselves to someone to raise their hand I would know someone was lying if not everyone in the room raised their hand. At one point or another in our life we have battled with comparison.
Why do we compare? Why do I compare? That’s where we (I) have to get raw and be vulnerable. We have to be honest with our reasoning because why lie if we are trying to better ourselves and better yet why lie when you’re not the only one feeling this way or doing this. I compare because somewhere in me I do not feel like I’m good enough, somewhere in me I don’t fully love myself, somewhere in me I am craving more because I either dropped the ball on something or am too scared to get what I really want. COMPARISON STEMS FROM THE INSIDE BUT IS BASED ON THE OUTSIDE. WE HAVE NO RIGHT TO COMPARE BECAUSE WE DON’T KNOW THE BATTLES PEOPLE ARE QUIETLY FIGHTING.
OUR OUTSIDE DOES NOT GIVE AN ACCURATE REPRESENTATION OF OUR INSIDE. We compare ourselves to an image, not what is actually truth. My biggest problem is Instagram. Oh, does Instagram start the compassion battle hardcore in my life. INSTAGRAM IS PEOPLE’S HIGHLIGHT REEL OF WHAT THEY WANT OTHERS TO THINK THEIR LIFE IS ACTUALLY LIKE. How many times have I changed a situation to make a picture better, edited a picture, deleted a picture because it didn’t portray what I wanted it to. If we all knew the beginning of that picture we wouldn’t compare. We are all going through things but we cover it up by fake happiness, temporary joy. I’m basing my emotions my worth on someone’s false identity. WHAT THE HELL!
Want to know something pretty awesome? You have a seat at the table. Now you’re probably like what the hell table are you talking about, I’m talking about the only table that matters, God’s table. You see we all compare and fight for a seat when we each have our own seat with our name on it. I’m comparing myself to this girl because she is pretty, has the perfect mate, looks like she is always traveling on Instagram and I get in this rut. I think I’m missing out on something or not good enough. THE THING IS THOUGH WE ALL HAVE A SEAT AT GODS TABLE BUT WE ACT LIKE WE NEED AN INVITATION. We are all going to sit together, together, let me repeat this WE ARE ALL SITTING TOGETHER. NOBODOY’S SEAT IS BETTER THEY ARE ALL THE SAME. So why are we comparing when we will be sitting next to the person later on. I have to remind myself daily that I’m not fighting for a seat or an invitation. With the most perfect calligraphy my name is written on the seat right next to Him.
So take a breath, get off Instagram, know your worth and know that you have a seat. That pretty girl who travels has a seat next to you, that guy who is struggling with depression has a seat next to her. WE ARE ALL GOING TO BE SITTING NEXT TO ONE ANOTHER, AT THE SAME PARTY, AT THE SAME TABLE.