Comparison is quiet. It sneaks in while you scroll. While you glance sideways. While you count what someone else has — and what you don’t. It tells you you’re behind. That you’re not enough. That you’re only worthy if you measure up. But what if you looked straight ahead — not sideways? What if your path isn’t supposed to match anyone else’s? What if you’re not late… just different? Comparison...
If I stopped comparing… now what would I see in myself?
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