By Divya A
They’ll say their light is brighter,
their path more finely drawn,
Their wins a little louder,
their mornings more like dawn.
You’ll hear the quiet whisper—
a tug to weigh your place,
To match, to prove, to measure
your worth in someone’s race.
But here’s a gentle answer
to hold when hearts feel tight:
“Oh, is it?”—just three words,
enough to end the fight.
No need to feel defeated,
no need to rise above—
You’re not here for the contest,
you’re here to live and love.
Comparison keeps moving,
it never takes a rest—
So learn to pause the journey,
and know your way is best.