why compare?

when we were young, we liked to dream big - to be rich, to live in mansions.. huge ambitions of being a doctor, lawyer, celebrity, pilot or a billionaire always seem so possible with imagination..

there wasn't much for comparison between kids.. how many toys you have, how many coloured pens you have in your pencil case, how often do you get to go to MacDonalds..

as we grew older, things became complicated.. we started to compare what we have.. we started to compare our academic results and how much pocket money we get.. we started to care about our image, our looks - branded goods, handphones, material needs.. and what kind of friends we were mixing with..

when reality really strikes, we started to compare pragmatic things like our jobs, our salaries, our status.. life just seems to revolve around the big M (money, that is), isn't it?

we all want to lead a good life, to be comfortable in everything.. more often than not, reality and dreams don't go together.. dreams do crash, dreams do change.. how many of your childhood dreams and ambitions do really come true?

i never like comparison.. it either makes you proud, or it makes you even more depressed when you know you are not as good as the others.. why are we comparing among ourselves, when we are all different anyway?

life shouldn't be that boring.. do what you feel that's good (of course that does not include committing crimes or taking drugs).. do what will make you happy.. do what is being true to yourself..

live your life, as if it's a shooting star.. short-lived, but brilliant..

but sometimes, i just wish that luck could be on my side.. i just wish that i could pluck enough courage to pursue what i want..