B10:39
I used to look at everyone else's path.
I used to look at everyone else's path.
My own felt slow and small.
My own felt slow and small.
But one morning I noticed my hands.
But one morning I noticed my hands.
They were holding a cup of tea.
They were holding a cup of tea.
The warmth felt simple and full.
The warmth felt simple and full.
I didn't need someone else's life.
I didn't need someone else's life.
I just needed my own, right here.
I just needed my own, right here.
That day I stopped measuring myself.
That day I stopped measuring myself.
I started to notice my own steps.
I started to notice my own steps.
They were not slow, they were mine.
They were not slow, they were mine.
Comparisons are just borrowed stories.
Comparisons are just borrowed stories.
I chose to write my own from now on.
I chose to write my own from now on.
The Day I Let Go of Comparisons
by @oliverhere