Good old magic.
I opened a new story to write and noticed the other one commencing as following: “comparison is a thief of joy”. One of the wisdom thoughts brought to me during the yoga practice.
Tomorrow is my 27th birthday and that “comparison” thing has been stuck with me for a while. All the coaches would tell that you should compare yourself only to the one who was there yesterday. Or the day before. Some would argue that it does not give enough motivational boost. The next sentence should mention all the social media challenges disrupting our moment and minds. That would be right. However, the world has changed but we do keep forgetting about it. Would you imagine being a 27 year old somewhere back in 18th century? Would you enjoy it as much as you can enjoy it now? Would you be able to see the world?
We also keep forgetting that the core feelings and values have not changed. Love and happiness, trust and honesty. Simply being a good person. Being a human with its ups and downs.
When you go to a therapy session, your therapist would say it is okay to feel what you feel. Even if you are scared to admit it. Or you don’t want to. It is up to every single one of us to decide whether jealousy will be a part of your life and what you consider ‘normal’ or ‘acceptable’. There is nothing we cannot do. Okay, perhaps, it’s a bit late to hope to receive a letter from Hogwarts but you never know. There might be some school for all of us who believes in magic. That magic can be also created by you. Sometimes I forget about this power myself. Sometimes it takes a while to remember. Perhaps, discipline might be a good reminder. Discipline in making time for dreaming. And meditating. And eating that Brussels sprouts instead of fries for dinner. Magic is to choose gelato once in Italy. But don’t tell the kids. They will figure out once they are ready.
