Today’s poem is about jealousy. I believe ambition can be a good thing, but it has to be carefully driven, like a prize racehorse. When I start comparing myself to others, I tend to glaze over the nuances of each of our experiences. I was never meant to be better than others – I was meant to be the best me possible. And I can pursue that without denigrating anything someone else achieves.
Who do you compare yourself to? Should you?