We were born with only one obligation – to be completely who we are.
Yet, how much of of our time is spent comparing ourselves to others? This is encouraged by our elders as necessary in the pursuit of excellence. I can still hear my mother’s voice, “Why can’t you be more like ______ ?”
A flower does not long to be a fish, and a fish doesn’t long to be a tiger. But we humans find ourselves always falling into the dream of another life. Or we secretly aspire to the fortune or fame of people we don’t really know. When feeling badly about ourselves, we often try on other skins rather than understand and care for our own.
When we compare ourselves to others, we see neither ourselves nor those we look up to. We only experience the tension of comparing. The Universe reveals its abundance most clearly when we can be who we are. We are more than enough just the way we are.
Being human, though, we are often blocked by insecurity that makes us feel unworthy. When we feel insecure, we sometimes feel compelled to puff ourselves up. In our pain, it seems to makes sense that if we were larger, we would be further from our pain. If we were larger, we would be harder to miss. If we were larger, we’d have a better chance of being loved. Then, not surprisingly, others need to be made smaller so we we can maintain our illusion of seeming bigger than our pain. Of course, it doesn’t work and has the opposite effect of what we’re trying to achieve.
Compassion is the never-ending story of how we embrace each other and forgive ourselves for not accepting our beautifully particular place in the fabric of all there is.