People are plagued by the fear of opinions.
It’s weird, right?
Opinions aren’t real.
You can’t feel them.
You can’t hear them.
Yet you perceive that they exist.
I used to be massively insecure about many things.
My height, even though I’m tall.
My face, even though I’m handsome.
My humour, even though I’m funny.
My intelligence, even though I’m not totally dumb.
You name it, I was insecure about it.
Why?
Because I couldn’t stop comparing myself to others.
And this, my friend, is a trap.
They say comparison is the thief of joy, and I tend to agree.
When you compare yourself to others, you’re not being fair.
You can’t see under the hood of the person you’re comparing yourself to.
You can’t see the pain that they have to endure.