Have you had a chance to listen to J. K. Rowling’s 2008 Harvard commencement speech? It remains one of my favorite speeches of all time. In it, J.K. spoke about the human sympathy. The ability that only humans have, which allows all of us to have a certain amount of understanding of what others are going through without us having had the similar experiences.
I am a person, who is not hesitant to sympathize with others. That being said, in sympathizing with others, I can’t help but also notice the rise of my jealousy, as well as wonder why my life is not as spectacularly colorful as the person, with whom I sympathize, whose experiences wow me dazzlingly.
Once upon time, I had an acquaintance, who was known to only tell her parents and friends the amplified version of the good and cheerful things that had taken place in her life. Her strong desire to put forward and maintain her fabricated good girl image to most people, somehow, made me not want to sympathize with not only her as a person, but also all the pain that she had to deal with by living in her own false reality.
Maybe, the public persona isn’t always the most authentic side of a person. Maybe all the stories and anecdotes that others have told me aren’t always the truths. There is no need to feel jealous just because someone that you know is said to be more successful than you are. In truth, they might not be. In my case, to refrain myself from having jealousy, I just quietly repeat to myself in my brain “That’s not my life.”