Just saw a teenager pulling into the gym, after blowing through a stop sign, in a Jaguar SUV and immediately went through the “that’s not her car, her dad must be rich” routine. Oof.
Thanks for the post and Monday morning inspiration, Daniel! I think about comparison a lot and how toxic it can be. I'm 30 years old and everyone in friend group is starting to hit their career strides. I sometimes wonder, "How do I stack up?"
This quote from Naval Ravikant resonated with me, and I hope it will for you too. "Sing the song that only you can sing, write the book that only you can write, build the product that only you can build, live the life that only you can live."
Daniel - thanks for being the first from the community to write something, especially something so vulnerable yet powerful. I would be lying if I don’t have similar thoughts on the regular. “Comparison is the thief of joy,” as Teddy Roosevelt once said. Yet it’s so hard not to, as you point out. I can vividly remember being at a party, surrounded by people who had launched multiple businesses feeling sorry for myself. It wasn’t until the next day that I pulled myself out of it realizing how fortunate I was and how ultimately happy I was despite not having those same things.
Just saw a teenager pulling into the gym, after blowing through a stop sign, in a Jaguar SUV and immediately went through the “that’s not her car, her dad must be rich” routine. Oof.
Thanks for the post and Monday morning inspiration, Daniel! I think about comparison a lot and how toxic it can be. I'm 30 years old and everyone in friend group is starting to hit their career strides. I sometimes wonder, "How do I stack up?"
This quote from Naval Ravikant resonated with me, and I hope it will for you too. "Sing the song that only you can sing, write the book that only you can write, build the product that only you can build, live the life that only you can live."
Daniel - thanks for being the first from the community to write something, especially something so vulnerable yet powerful. I would be lying if I don’t have similar thoughts on the regular. “Comparison is the thief of joy,” as Teddy Roosevelt once said. Yet it’s so hard not to, as you point out. I can vividly remember being at a party, surrounded by people who had launched multiple businesses feeling sorry for myself. It wasn’t until the next day that I pulled myself out of it realizing how fortunate I was and how ultimately happy I was despite not having those same things.