Have you ever asked yourself the question, "why do we tend to compare ourselves to others?"
A question that has been repeatedly buzzing in my brain, and the answer is maybe simple, but spews from a rather deep place.
When you see someone that possesses more success than you do, you tend to look at yourself In a doubtful manner, am I doing this correctly? Am I enough? These questions tend to go even to the farthest depth, questions like "what's the purpose of my life if I can't be as successful as I aspire to be?"
Self doubt and doubting oneself has been a recurring issue within many of us, myself included, self doubt is a disease, it eats your bones and flesh and leaves you naked.
The rather depressing part is that you can't seem to stop it from eating at you, and destroying you piece by piece, you can't cease it's wicked effect , you convince yourself that you're no good, and that eats you up, till you vanish, the thoughts devour you all up and leave nothing but broken bones.
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Rosētum
PoetryHere lie the roses, the roses that are the foundation of my rose garden, pluck them gingerly, here lie the roses that grew full of toxins and purity. Here lies my heart, My Rosetūm. All pictures in the story are mine!
