I wouldn’t embarrass them by naming them, but throughout my life there have been people I knew who I’d have given anything to have been more like.
Some were more successful academically.
Some were funnier.
Some seemed more popular.
Some had more good fortune in the romance department.
In fact, once I start it seems as if I could write a very long list of those who were more creative, more musically-gifted, more athletic, more confident.
On the face of it, these could be the words of someone with low self-esteem.
Actually, however, I’m pretty certain I wasn’t that different from most people.
I suspect it’s simply human nature to compare and contrast yourself with others, and to see qualities in them that you wish you possessed.
Of course, an attitude such as this tends to ignore the fact that you’re certain to have skills, talents and abilities that others admire.
And taken to extremes it suggests that you aspire to a world in which everyone’s great, but everyone’s the same.
What a dull old place that would be, however.
Surely it’s the fact that we’re all different to some degree that makes life so rich?
Aren’t you glad you’re an individual rather than just another member of a bland crowd?
In a car park full of monochrome silver/grey/black/white vehicles, wouldn’t it actually be rather nice to be the bright yellow model that stands out brightly?
It’s easier to believe that everything would be better if only you could be more like (insert name).
Almost certainly, however, it wouldn’t.
Almost certainly this person has their own set of difficulties of which you know nothing.
Isn’t it better to accept who you are?
And isn’t it EVEN better to celebrate your individuality?