Your successes don’t count. The only thing you feel is the absent space that separates you from your ambition.
He’s not doing that well after all, then. I was hating. I hate that. When I compare myself to others.
I’m envious of her memories. I’m envious of the history she has shared with you. Those are things I will never be able to have, which is envy in its truest form.
We should channel our jealousy to a state of competitiveness. We should strive to be as great as the person next to us. Even if we do not reach his or her level of ability, we still tried our best- and that’s what counts.
There’s a reason why Ariel and Cinderella didn’t have female friends and only female rivals….
They’ll tell you and show you everyday, every minute, in every way they can, how much they love you. They remind you of it everyday so that you’ll never forget. They’ll tell you never to forget.
He probably could not help it, but being a heartthrob makes him the guy, the guy formulated by the universe to be liked by majority of the female population, including you, but is also the same guy who would put you through heaven and hell before you get a shot at being liked by him.
Then you see girls. Real girls. Their eyelashes go on for miles, their cheeks are a perfect pink, plumped lips, and their legs look so smooth!
You hooked up with them before they found “the one.”
How many times have you caught yourself clicking through the Facebook profile pictures of a “friend” (whom you’ve never met) at 1:37am, and getting at least a *teeny* bit jealous because they seem to be living a much more exciting life than you?