Lately, I’ve noticed something about myself. Whenever I see a group of young guys with certain traits—fit bodies, full hair, tall frames, sharp-looking school uniforms—I can’t help but stare for a moment. Not in a creepy way, but in this quiet, almost painful way, like I’m looking at something that reminds me of what I never had. I feel envious, maybe even a little bitter...
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| Why do they get to have it all? Why couldn’t I? |
I think back to my younger days when these kinds of people always got attention, praise, and admiration. They were effortlessly popular, loved, and respected. Meanwhile, I felt invisible, like I would never measure up no matter what I did. And now, even though I’ve grown and understand life better, that feeling still lingers. It’s frustrating because I know I shouldn’t compare myself to others, but sometimes, it just happens...
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But at the same time, I don’t want to be trapped in these thoughts forever. I remind myself that everyone has their own struggles, even those who seem to have it all. More importantly, my worth isn’t measured by how I look or how others perceive me. Maybe I’ll never fully shake off these emotions, but I can learn to accept them without letting them define me.
Jeff
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