We live in a pathologically
dissatisfied world. And I’m going to
tell
you why. Because we love to compare. Go
around the world and discover
that people aren’t happy with their
bodies.
Filipinos want to be fair-complexioned
like Westerners, and so buy
bleaching stuff. Westerners want to own
bronzed bodies like ours, and
so purchase tanning lotions.
Those with moles have them removed,
while those who don’t
strategically implant beauty spots.
Some people want to shed a few pounds
to look like Ally McBeal, while
others want to gain some baby fat to
look like Drew Barrymore.
When are we ever going to stop and
simply be happy with how we look?
We live in a sick world. I tell you.
And that sickness is
comparisonitis. Take a look at wealth.
When we drive our old Toyota,
it really suits us fine. We feel
blessed in fact when the rain pours
outside and we feel snug and cozy on
its faded upholstered seats.
But the moment we see our own
officemate (or neighbor, or buddy, or
cousin, or brother) drive his sleek sky-
blue, four-door,
four-wheel-drive Rav4, we automatically
feel like third class children
of God.
Next time we drive our bumpy, noisy,
rusted, dilapidated Toyota
(notice how all the defects come out
all of a sudden?), we feel
deprived,
dispossessed, pariah, debased, and only
a little higher than the
insects of the earth.
Listen carefully. Bill Gates’ total
assets are worth $60 billion.
That’s more than the GNP of some small
countries. Tiger Woods earns
$80 million simply by smiling on TV in
a Nike shirt. And the stars of
the sitcom Friends are paid $50,000 per
episode! My point? No matter
how hard you work, there’ll still be
some people who will be richer
than you are.
And there’ll be some people who will be
more beautiful, have more sex
appeal, have more boyfriends/girlfrie
nds, and have more problems.
Try it for once. Stop looking around.
Don’t compare!
Don’t compare her nose with your nose.
Don’t compare his wife with your wife.
Don’t compare his salary with your
salary.
Don’t compare her breast size with your
breast size.
Don’t compare her kid’s report card
with your kid’s report card.
Don’t compare his prayer group with
your prayer group.
Don’t compare her/his cellulite
deposits with your cellulite
deposits.
Stop comparing and start living and
you’ll be happier with your life.
This is crucial: The most difficult
thing in the world is to be who
you are not. Pretending and trying to
be someone else is the official
pastime of the human race. (I don’t
think dogs and cats and cows and
horses have this problem).
And the easiest thing in the world is
to be yourself.
Be happy. Live!
There must be a reason why God made you
tall or short or fat or thin
or bumpy all over.
Love who you are!
*jhel says: hmmm.. dis may sound so real.. hehe:D bitaw, nice ang thought! sakto jud xa.. we must love ourselves above all things.. `cause we are uniquely made by God in his own image ang likeness.. nah, gurl i don’t have any space for |nSeCuRiTiEs.. saernz! and why should i? I do have my own self.. saernz pud ka.. kiat lng nah dagwai mo.. pagpuyo woe! (this journal is from cindy’s fwen ~ ako ra giharbat kai indot mn gud ang thought.. thoughtful kaau! bwahahaa.. laughters! lelz..)
If she says shell kill you, dont take it lightly. Youll feel better. 