You Are Not a Monument of the Past: How Letting Go Liberates Your Mind and Life
There is a strange sadness growing inside people today. A silent heaviness. A quiet exhaustion
that doesn’t come from work or physical strain but from a constant invisible competition — a
competition most people never agreed to join, yet are forced to participate in every day.
It begins the moment we open our eyes.
Nobody is born insecure.
Children simply are.
They exist. They express. They explore. They live without apology.
Until someone — a parent, a teacher, a relative — tells them who they should be.
It happens in casual comments:
These words don’t sound violent. They don’t look harmful.
But they carry a message the child feels deeply:
“Who you are is not enough.”
And that is how comparison enters — not loudly, but quietly, through people who believe they
are helping.
From there, the child stops seeing themselves through their own eyes and starts seeing
themselves through comparison lenses.
As we grow older, comparison doesn’t go away.
It evolves.
And somewhere in this cycle, people forget to ask the most important question:
“Who am I — when I am not performing for approval?”
Most adults don't know the answer.
They only know themselves as:
There is no self — only position.
Society thrives on comparison. It teaches us subtly and constantly:
From family gatherings to school competitions, from professional meetings to social media
scrolling — everything pushes us toward constant measurement.
And the cruel part?
There is no finish line.
Even when you win, someone else will achieve something new, and the cycle restarts.
There will always be someone ahead — because life is not a race, yet we treat it like one.
When you thought it's over as enough damage is already done and then struggled hard to gain
confidence somehow then there appears another component which sweeps you off the
slippery floor of the newly attained confidence.
There was a time when comparison was limited to what we could see around us.
Today, it is global.
Social media has turned comparison into a daily reflex.
You see carefully edited bodies, success stories with missing struggle, perfectly curated
relationships, filtered beauty, and staged lifestyles.
You compare your real life with someone else’s highlight reel.
No wonder people feel:
Even if their life is perfectly fine.
You begin to question your journey, not because it is wrong — but because someone else’s
journey looks easier, faster, prettier, more successful.
Comparison doesn’t just change how you think.
It changes:
It creates:
And the worst part?
You stop celebrating your own growth.
You could’ve come a long way. You could’ve overcome battles no one knows about. You
could’ve survived storms quietly — but you won’t give yourself credit, because someone else
appears further.
This is how comparison kills gratitude.
And without gratitude, nothing feels enough — even when you have more than you once
prayed for.
Maybe this is the biggest tragedy:
People are losing their identity.
They are chasing trends, career paths, beauty standards, lifestyles, and values that don’t
belong to them — just to feel equal, included, acceptable, worthy.
You begin to choose:
Slowly, you stop living with yourself and start living against yourself.
You become a version shaped by pressure, not authenticity.
And that’s when life feels heavy — not because it is hard, but because it is not yours.
Aisha was the loud, bubbly, curious child in her family. She sang loudly, spoke her mind, and
laughed with her whole heart.
But she had a cousin — the quiet, graceful, obedient one — the one every adult admired.
Every family gathering came with the same sentence:
“Why can’t you be like her? So well-behaved. So polite.”
At first, Aisha ignored it.
Then she began lowering her volume.
Then she began shrinking her personality.
Then she stopped sharing opinions.
By the time she was 17, she had become the kind of girl society approved of — silent,
composed, controlled.
People praised her transformation.
No one noticed she didn’t laugh anymore.
Rajat loved art. He could spend hours sketching, painting, creating worlds no one else could
see. His notebooks were filled with drawings, not equations.
But his best friend got selected into a top coaching institute for engineering, and suddenly
everyone repeated the same line:
“Look at him — focus like that if you want a future.”
Slowly art became “a distraction.”
Creativity became “a waste of time.”
Passion became “a phase.”
He forced himself into science, not because he wanted it — but because comparison convinced
him art wasn’t enough.
Today he has a stable job, a good salary, and a tired soul.
His canvas is still empty.
At 30, Sana was unmarried, building her own small business, traveling, learning, exploring,
understanding herself.
But every time she met relatives, the first question was never:
“How are you?”
It was:
“Your batchmates are married… when is your turn?”
“People younger than you already have children.”
“Don’t you think you’re behind?”
She never felt behind until people told her she should be.
Comparison didn’t change her timeline —
it only made her doubt it.
Some nights she lay awake wondering:
“Am I living wrongly, or just differently?”
Her life was fine — but comparison made her believe something was missing.
Arjun had everything society applauds — a good salary, a respected career, a loving family. Yet
something inside him always whispered:
“Not enough. Not yet.”
Why?
Because his brother earned more.
Because his colleague bought a luxury car.
Because his school friend moved abroad.
Because someone else was always ahead.
Even with achievements most people wished for, he couldn’t celebrate himself.
Success means nothing when comparison teaches you to constantly move the goalpost.
Maya loved being a mother — until comparison turned it into a competition.
Her friend posted pictures of her child reading early.
Another shared trophies.
Another shared perfect vacations.
Suddenly motherhood stopped being connection —
and became scoreboard pressure.
She forced her child into classes he didn’t enjoy.
Not because he needed them —
but because she feared being “less than.”
One day, during homework, her child looked up with tears and said:
“Mama, am I not good like others?”
That sentence broke her heart.
That day she realized:
She wasn’t comparing children —
she was comparing herself.
Sometimes comparison doesn’t break people dramatically.
Sometimes it does something quieter —
something more dangerous.
It makes them numb.
They stop fighting.
Stop expressing.
Stop dreaming.
Stop feeling deserving.
They live, but not fully.
They survive, but never thrive.
Not because they aren’t capable —
but because comparison convinced them they never will be enough.
(Here I would like to add my daughter's case as example 7. She was an early bird ie she was too impatient to stay inside her mother until the mandatory duration.
So her growth was pretty slower compared to her peers who had completed the tenure and came out healthy. Every month we used to visit the Child Development Centre to monitor her progress, her motoring ability was indeed slower which began slowly building pressure on us.
We were subjected to the inevitable realistic comparison at a medical level. She was lagging behind at every milestones of a growing child. There was a time when even we hesitated to visit the center. But after the brief lull the storm arrived making all of us happy. She not only caught up with the pace but also outsmarted it in more than one ways thanks to the grace of God. You may read the story here https://miscverse.blogspot.com/2025/11/the-cocoon-fathers-first-moments-with.html)
comparison didn’t help anyone grow — it only made them shrink.
Comparison never builds identity —
it replaces it with fear, confusion, and self-doubt.
And real life doesn’t need people who are perfect versions of someone else —
it needs people who are fully themselves.
So How Do We Break Free?
But by remembering one truth:
Your journey is only meaningful when you walk it as yourself.
Comparison ends where self-understanding begins.
Ask yourself:
Life is not a competition — it is a journey of becoming.
Maybe the real problem was never that others had more.
Maybe the real pain came from believing you had less.
But nothing is missing in you.
You are just different — and that is exactly how it’s supposed to be.
Your life does not need to look like anyone else’s to be meaningful.
Live your story — not someone else's template.
Thank you for reading.
– KV Shan
Well said. But this had been in our society since ages. And will be there till the end of the universe.
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