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Comparison is corrosive. It eats away at my ability to be content and confident. It is a poison that kills the love I have for myself.
Comparison is a thief of joy, and jealousy is often its partner in crime. Whether I’m comparing my body, abilities, or bank account to someone else’s, I do harm to myself if I allow that comparison to rob me of my self-satisfaction and engender envy. It’s a bad habit I’m still learning to break, but certain truths have helped me to compare and envy less—and to thereby do a better job of loving myself.
Comparison is a thief of joy because it fosters competition more than community: A posture of comparison often creates competition in an inappropriate context. Instead of celebrating diversity, comparison often requires that someone be labeled the winner and someone the loser. We view others as competitors instead of companions. This leads to a “better than versus worse than” mentality and feelings of superiority or inadequacy—neither of which helps us to be content and contributing members of a healthy community. When I bite my tongue for fear of sounding stupid, I am withholding my unique perspective—whether I’m with my classmates, colleagues, or family. If I assume I have more discipline than someone who weighs more than me, I am seeing a body instead of a human being.
Comparison is a thief of joy, because jealousy is often its accomplice: One of the first things I discovered about jealousy is that much of its power is derived from a lack of information—or ignorance. At its core, envy is either a lie or an illusion. Jealousy obscures my vision. It demands that I blind myself to the fullness of another person’s life—which includes joy and pain, successes and failures, peaks and valleys, flaws and beauty.
Jealousy has a way of focusing on one thing at the expense of others. Jealousy gives me an incomplete and deceptive picture. For example, envy ignores the hours of work that generated the salary—the sacrifice of time that could have been spent with friends or family. It tends to overlook the years of practice, confusion, or failure that preceded the success. It discounts the cost of the benefit.
Jealousy steals your joy by imposing unrealistic expectations: It is futile and irresponsible to look at one part of a person’s life and envy it. You have to look at the whole picture—the good, the bad, and the unfortunate. Life is not a pick-and-choose buffet where you can put just those things you like most on your plate. Life is more like a sealed container of strawberries. You have to take all of what you get—the sour and the sweet. Some pints of strawberries (like some lives) might look better than others (especially from the outside), but you’ll never find a perfect one. Everyone gets a few sour (or even rotten) pieces. No one’s life is completely free of loss, sadness, pain, shortcomings, disappointments, or insecurities.
It’s fairly easy to envy one aspect of another person’s life—his/her figure, talent, wealth, significant other, or intelligence. It’s much harder to examine and then envy a whole life—a complete compendium of experiences. When I have to weigh everything at once, I tend to be more satisfied with my lot. Because if I want anything someone else has (his/her education, self confidence, weight, et cetera), I have to take everything else that comes with it—be it a country house in the Hamptons, an eating disorder, perfect teeth, or an alcoholic parent.
I’m not saying every life balances out. Some lives have more blessings and some have more suffering and loss. Some people are wealthy; others are not. Some are born into, or able to create, more opportunities for success; others seem destined to flounder. But every life has its relative famines and bounties. Everyone gets some—some good and some bad. Granted, everyone’s “some” will be different.
Jealousy steals my joy when it makes me feel powerless: Even when I’m satisfied, I’m still sometimes affected by envy. Even when I’m happy with my life and wouldn’t trade it for another’s, I still really want this or that person’s salary/height/home/success/wardrobe/intelligence/hair/fill-in-the-blank. When the jealousy simply won’t abate, I refocus. I allow myself to feel the yearning, but I also seek a course of action. I ask myself if I’m willing to do what it will take to have what the other person has. If the answer is no, then the jealousy begins to evaporate. If the answer is yes, then my envy becomes the seed for a new dream and the motivation to nurture it. This prevents me from wanting the reward separate from the prerequisite work. It’s folly to covet the marathon winner’s medal if you’re not willing to run.
Jealousy steals my joy by undermining friendships: Sometimes jealousy is a subtler infection. One of the sadder truths I’ve learned about myself is that I often confuse envy with dislike. It’s something I’ve done since childhood. There was a girl in my grade school class that I disliked for the longest time. But as soon as I got a window into her suffering—as soon as I saw some of the imperfections in her life—I found her much easier to like. And that’s when I realized that I had never really disliked her, I’d simply been jealous of (and resented) the flawless life I’d imagined she was living. I’d allowed her apparent perfection to fuel my own insecurities. But once I saw the true sum of her experiences, I could let her have it all without envy.
Jealousy steals my joy by convincing me to give less—emotionally, financially, and relationally: Envy makes us want, and wanting often leads to withholding. We don’t donate any time or money of our own to a worthy cause. We assume those with more will take it on. We’re unable to genuinely congratulate someone who accomplishes a dream or goal we have for ourselves. We become miserly with our affirmations and good will (even our Facebook “likes”) when we’re jealous. Have you ever withheld a “like” because you thought the other person was bragging about his/her vacation, workout, wedding, or weight loss? I have—when I was jealous.
Envy often puts us in the mindset that another person’s good fortune leaves less in the world for us. And while some things in life are finite, most things are not. Love, joy, laughter, success, friendship, peace—these things can’t be used up.
How do I prevent comparison and jealousy from stealing my joy? The antidote is simple: It’s much harder for me to begrudge the blessings and beauty in another person’s life while also considering the losses and struggles that weigh him/her down. And while it may seem morbid to focus on this, sometimes it’s the only dose of reality that cures my compulsion to compare—killing envy before envy kills my capacity for pleasure.
Gratitude also helps. It’s difficult for me to be jealous when I’m grateful. Envy focuses on deficits and disparities. Gratitude reorients me towards what is good—my blessings. Gratitude isn’t simple-minded, dishonest, or forgetful. Gratitude does not require the denial of loss, lack, or hardship. What it does do, at least for me, is prevent those things that are good from being obscured by those things I’m coveting.
Being grateful takes me a step further, because true gratitude engenders generosity. And when I’m giving, I’m not looking for what I lack. Instead, I’m trying to offer something to others out of what I already have—whether it’s my money, knowledge, time, love, abilities, or talents.
This process isn’t perfect, but it helps me to compare and covet less. It helps me to not reduce people to what they have, don’t have, or look like. And, perhaps more importantly, it helps me to not determine my own worth that way. It keeps me humbled and grateful. And it reminds me that no one (no matter how perfect his or her life appears) gets through this earthly existence in a bubble of perfection and uninterrupted bliss. Every life will be touched by suffering and hardship. Every life will taste loss. Everyone has danced with insecurity or played with discontent. Flaws and fears—no one is without those.
Comparison is rarely constructive. Envy is a destroyer of joy. I might as well learn to love myself on my own terms—who I am, how I look, and what I’m capable of—because I’m the only me I’ve got.
Towards the end of last year, I wrote about three qualities I wanted to invest less of my time and energy into: fear, judgment, and envy. (You can read that post by clicking here.) My thoughts have returned to those themes of late. And given that the imminence of the year’s end can be counted in weeks, it seemed a fitting time to revisit the topic and assess any progress—or regress—I’ve made. (I’ll begin with envy and save judgment and fear for another time.)
I have fought against envy since grade school. I was educated alongside the children of the rich and famous, but then went home to a neighborhood full of the poor and anonymous. Many of my academic cohorts had recognizable last names and lived on Park Avenue. I lived in a notorious neighborhood—walking distance from the projects—one that was eponymous with bad news.
My family provided for all of my needs and most of my wants, but it was hard not to envy the excess so many of my classmates enjoyed. They didn’t have to look at price tags or wait for sales. They didn’t censor their requests to avoid being disappointed or to protect their family’s finances. They didn’t worry about money on behalf of their parents. I did.
I wasn’t particularly jealous of the tangible or physical perks of wealth. It didn’t bother me that my home wasn’t worth millions (or billions). I didn’t covet their duplicate wardrobes (one in the city and one in the country). I had enough things to be satisfied. What I wanted, what I really envied, was that they had no monetary shackles. For them, finances were never an obstacle, restraint, or source of worry (as far as I could tell). They were lavished with wealth. They had enough to give enough to change someone’s life—to change their world. I too wanted to feel free to spend and give absentmindedly or with productive purpose.
A few facts helped me to fight against (and defeat) my envy. These realizations are still invaluable to me when I’m tempted to surrender to jealousy.
First of all, life is not a carton of eggs. You can’t open it up and trade out the damaged or discolored ones for those you’d prefer. Life is more like a pint of blueberries. You have to take the sweet with the sour. Some pints (like some lives) look better than others (especially from the outside), but you’ll never find a perfect one.
So if I am going to envy, I can’t envy in part. I have to envy the whole life, not just this or that component. Thankfully, I have yet to find the person whose entire existence I would trade for mine. I may really want one or two aspects of someone else’s life, but not enough to give up my own in its entirety.
I’m not saying every life balances out. Some lives have more blessings and some have more suffering and loss. Some people are wealthy; others are not. Some are born into or able to create more opportunities for success; others are destined to flounder. But I believe (perhaps naively) that every life has its relative famines and bounties. Yours might be flashier, fancier, or bigger. Mine might be more humble, difficult, or meager. But everyone gets some—some good, some bad. Granted, everyone’s “some” will be different.
Growing up without a lot of money I learned how to be grateful, because much of what I had was a gift, blessing, or miracle. The education I received, the experiences I had, the trips I took, none of it should have been possible on what my parents earned. My life’s story is full of the generosity of others, and I am grateful for all of it.
Gratitude helps. It’s hard for me to be jealous when I’m grateful. Envy focuses on deficits and disparities. Gratitude reorients me towards what is good—my blessings. Gratitude isn’t stupid, dishonest, or forgetful. Gratitude does not require the denial of loss, lack, or hardship. It can coexist with all of these things. What gratitude does do, at least for me, is prevent those things that are good from being obscured by my coveting.
Gratitude is more grounded in reality than envy. Jealousy has a way of focusing on just one thing at the expense of others. Jealousy gives us an incomplete (and sometimes deceiving) picture. Envy ignores the hours of work that generated the salary—the sacrifice of time that could have been spent with family. Jealousy tends to overlook the years of practice, confusion, or failure that preceded the success. Coveting discounts the cost of the benefit. It makes it harder to see the corresponding hardships, temptations, or personal demons.
Jealousy often puts us in the mindset that another person’s good fortune leaves less in the world for us. And while some things in life are finite, most things are not. Love, joy, laughter, success, friendship, peace—these things can never be used up. They don’t deplete.
Envy makes us want, and wanting often leads to withholding and holding on more tightly to whatever we do have. We’re less willing to give congratulations when someone else accomplishes a dream or goal we have for ourselves. We become miserly with our affirmations and good will (even our Facebook “likes”) when we’re jealous. We decide that the wealthy have enough to support this or that cause, so we hold onto our own money.
Gratitude helps me to fight against jealousy because true gratitude engenders generosity. An awareness of how much I have reminds me of what others need. When I immerse my thoughts in all that I am grateful for, and all that others lack, it’s hard for me to feel envy. There’s no mental or emotional capacity left for coveting. Instead, I’m compelled to give. And when I’m giving, I’m not looking for my own deficits. Instead I’m trying to offer to others out of what I already have—whether it’s my money, knowledge, time, love, or talents.
So, how am I doing in my fight against envy? It’s not a linear lesson, and I’m still learning. I faced two big temptations since the start of this year—two milestones others achieved that I’m far from reaching. I expected to covet. And perhaps I did for a spell, but then I was able to turn my jealousy of them into a hope for myself.
When I find myself envying what someone else has, I remind myself that a person’s wealth and possessions are not the sum total of his or her life. Money can do a lot, but it doesn’t buy health, joy, love, or a safe and stable family. And while lots of things can be fun to have, things don’t make me happy.
When I find myself jealous of another person’s accomplishment, I remind myself of how hard he or she must have worked for it. If I’m willing to work the same way, then my jealousy can transform into a motivating energy. But it’s unfair for me to want the reward separate from the prerequisite work. It’s folly to covet the marathon winner’s medal if you’re not willing to run.
There are parts of myself that I’d like to abandon—pieces of me I hope will wither up, detach, and die like that extra bit of umbilical cord on a newborn child. I want to put as much space and time between these parts of myself as possible—distance myself from them by as great a margin as I can muster.
Fear: I don’t want to waste undue or unwarranted amounts of time fearing the imagined or hypothetical. I don’t want to fashion shackles of inaction for myself out of trepidation and worry. Fear has stilled my tongue when I should have spoken up. Fear has rendered me inert when I should have been reacting, acting, or moving forward. Fear has partnered with doubts to plant stifling insecurities. It has expanded to occupy too great a portion of what I can imagine or foresee. I want my counterproductive fears uprooted—ripped from my life like weeds and burned to nothing.
Judgment: I too often and too comfortably recline in a position of judgment over others. It is a sinister and counterproductive approach to self-soothing or feeling better about myself that I excessively engage in. Who am I to stand in approval or disapproval of any person, action, inaction, or life? It is contrary to love for me to judge—especially since I almost never have the whole story. Given more information, I tend to find that everyone—even those who appear to be failing—are doing the best they can with the resources they have. I want to take my judgmental tendencies, coat them in cement until they can’t float, and sink them.
Envy: What a caustic poison. What a self-destructive emotion. To look at what another person has (or has accomplished) with jealousy or resentment is self-defeating and futile. When I indulge envy, I act as though an increase in someone else’s good requires a proportional decrease in my own. Jealousy demands that I blind myself to the fullness of another person’s life—which includes joy and pain, successes and failures, peaks and dark valleys. If my dreams come true for someone else, I should feel more motivated, not sorrowful. At its core, envy is at its worst a lie and at its best an illusion. Another’s gain does not necessitate my lack. I want to smother envy in its sick bed. I want it to suffocate until it’s dead and lets go—no longer able to hold me back or down.
I want to enter 2014 open to opportunity. I want to live and love honestly—able to see people as they truly are without judgment or jealousy.
I want to enter the upcoming year with hope and faith in good things. I don’t want to allow the pessimistic side of my imagination to grow too big.
I want to live instead of just being alive. I want to act on my own behalf, move forward with confidence, and thrive. I want to be fully and honestly myself in all situations—not overly censored, apologetic, or deferential. I want to speak the truth rather than just saying what is easy to hear or expected.
I don’t want to get lost in a digital quicksand that pulls me down and away from authentic and meaningful connections. I want to look people in the face and have evocative conversations. I want to invest in friendships that go deeper than Facebook. I don’t want to just “check in;” I want to be fully present.
I will not proclaim these New Year’s resolutions. I have no faith in the practice. But when I think about what I’d like to see left behind in this year and the manners in which I’d like to grow in the next, theses are the things I will work to embrace or let go…starting today, starting now.
Envy is a vice I had to outwit at a very young age. Attending an elite private school with the daughters of the rich and famous, I quickly realized how much less I had than those around me—with regards to material wealth, at least. I was riding the subway for an hour from Crown Heights, Brooklyn to get to school; they were walking from Park Avenue or getting dropped off and picked up by a car service—even the occasional limo. I was sent to my grandparents for a month each summer (albeit on a beautiful Caribbean island); they travelled the world. I was happy to get a few dollars here and there on holidays and birthdays; they got consistent and generous allowances. I now know that some of my classmates and schoolmates weren’t as rich as I thought they were—some of them were on scholarships just like me, others were from families pretending to be wealthy, living stretched painfully far beyond their means. But I couldn’t see that then, my jealousy obscured my vision.
It wasn’t that I wanted their Park Avenue apartments. I liked that I lived in a house with a backyard (although I did wish I lived close enough to walk to school). I didn’t want all their clothes or toys, or any of their material things. I didn’t learn to covet stuff as a child—that’s a form of envy that found me later. What I was most envious of was their lack of worry—their (at least seemingly) carefree and nonchalant posture towards money. I wanted to be able to walk into a store and buy something without looking at, studying, and debating the price tag. I wanted to be frugal by choice, not necessity. I didn’t want to feel guilty whenever I had to ask my parents to buy something for me.
I wanted to be a kid that didn’t worry about money. And I didn’t just worry about money a little bit; I was consistently consumed by persistent and pervasive worry. I worried on behalf of myself and on behalf of my parents. I didn’t have (and couldn’t comprehend) all of the information regarding our family finances, but I knew enough to know that things were hard, and I worried about just how hard they really were—or might become. I always suspected that my parents were trying to insulate me from their financial stresses, but that only made my worry worse—let it run rampant and free without boundaries, growing as big as my imagination could hold. Every one of my financial fears weighed on my mind and tipped the scale in favor of jealousy.
But the older I got the more I understood—the more I learned what was really going on around me. One of the first things I discovered about jealousy is that much of its power is derived from a lack of information. Very few bouts of jealousy survive a close look into the life of the person being envied. And this realization came in tandem with another: it is futile and irresponsible to look at one part of a person’s life and envy it; you have to look at the whole picture—the good, the bad, and the unfortunate. Life is not a pick-and-choose buffet where you can put just those things you like most on your plate. Life is more like a sealed container of strawberries; you have to take all of what you get—every part. It might appear that someone else has gotten a perfect batch, but that’s just an illusion. Everyone gets a few sour or even rotten pieces of fruit in their life’s grocery bag. Everything might look sweet and wonderful from where you’re standing on line, but upon closer examination, you’ll see the imperfections. No one’s life is completely free of loss, sadness, pain, shortcomings, insecurities, or disappointments.
These realizations set me free from harboring jealousy. It was easy to look at the pieces and parts of another person’s life and feel envious, but now that I was looking at the whole, I found myself more satisfied. If life wasn’t a pick-and-choose buffet, if it was an all-or-nothing compendium of reality—good and bad, then I had a different question to ask. It wasn’t enough to wonder, “Why can’t I have her hair/figure/talents/money/intelligence?” I couldn’t just look at a part of a person—or a part of his/her life; I had to look at the whole. And so the question instead became this: Whose whole life would I take in lieu of mine—not just this part or that section of it, but their whole life?
Would I trade their faith (or lack thereof) for mine? No. Would I trade their parents and siblings for mine? No. And usually that’s as far as I needed to go before my jealousy would begin to abate. Because if I wanted any part of their life experience (their grades, self confidence, popularity, et cetera), I had to take everything else that came with it—be it a country house in the Hamptons, an eating disorder, great hair, or a suicidal parent. And whenever I looked at the sum total of a person’s life, I didn’t want to trade it for the sum total of mine. My reasons were diverse: I love my parents. I need God in my life. I love being strong and fast. I love the things I love, and I love the talents I have. Sure, I’d be tempted to give up some of the things that have made my life hard, or a few of my flaws, but I’d have to give up the good with the bad, and the good is good enough that I want to hold onto it—the people I love, the places I’ve been, the things I’ve done, the beauty I’ve seen—all worth it.
Realizing that jealousy thrives on a lack of information and that I can’t pick and choose the parts of another person’s life I’d like to trade for parts of my own, has helped me a great deal. Even when my mother died, and I was tempted to be jealous of anyone whose mother was still alive, I realized I wouldn’t trade their living mother for my own. I am sad that our time together wasn’t longer, but I wouldn’t want any other mother in her place. I wouldn’t trade all that she gave me simply by being who she was, just to have some other mother now.
I love my family—the one I was born into and the one I gained by marriage—so when jealousy knocks and I’m tempted to open the door, love for my family (not to mention my faith and friends) usually keeps that door securely closed—bolted shut with contentment.
But even when I’m satisfied, I’m still sometimes affected by envy—even when I’m happy with my life and wouldn’t trade it for another’s, I still really want this or that person’s salary/height/home/success/wardrobe/intelligence/hair/fill-in-the-blank. When the jealousy simply won’t die, I refocus. I allow myself to feel the yearning, but I don’t let it make me feel powerless. I ask myself if there is something I can do to pursue what I’m envying. That’s another question that is useful for killing envy: What am I willing to do to have what he/she has? If I envy his salary, am I willing to do the work or get the requisite degree to earn it? If I envy her figure, am I willing to exercise enough and restrict what I eat for it? If I envy something they own, am I willing to save up for long enough to buy it? If the answer is no, then the jealousy begins to evaporate. If the answer is yes, then my envy becomes the seed for a new dream and the motivation to tend to it.
Sometimes jealousy is a subtler infection. One of the sadder truths I’ve learned about myself is that I often confuse envying someone for disliking them. It’s something I’ve done since childhood. There was a girl in my grade school class that I disliked for the longest time. Everything she did irked me—every success she enjoyed inflamed my covetous anger. But as soon as I got a window into her suffering—as soon as I saw some of the imperfections in her life—I found her much easier to like. And that’s when I realized that I had never really disliked her; I’d simply been jealous of (and resented her for) the flawless life I’d thought she was living. I’d allowed her apparent perfection to fuel my own insecurities. But once I saw the true sum of her experiences, I could let her have it all without envy.
So now, whenever I come across someone I don’t like, I have to ask myself a few questions: Do I really not like this person, or am I just jealous? Am I allowing my jealousy to cloud my perception? Is something about him or her eliciting my feelings of inadequacy? Do I want what they have enough to do all they’ve done (or endure all they’ve endured) in order to have it?
Again, this process isn’t perfect, but it helps me to keep jealousy in her place. It helps me to not reduce people to what they do or do not have. And, perhaps more importantly, it helps me to not see myself that way. It keeps me humbled and grateful for what I have. And it reminds me that no one (no matter how perfect their life appears) gets through his or her earthly existence in a bubble of perfection and uninterrupted bliss. Every life will be touched by hardship and suffering. Every life will taste loss. Everyone has danced with insecurity or played with discontent. Flaws and fears—no one is without those.
And while it might seem morbid to focus on this, sometimes it’s the only dose of reality that cures my jealousy—killing envy before envy kills me. The antidote is simple: It is much harder for me to begrudge the blessings being poured into the lives of others while also considering the losses and struggles that weigh them down.