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# The Cost of Comparison

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# The Cost of Comparison

They advised me to observe my surroundings,

to evaluate my life

They told me to look around,

against more noticeable voices,

to measure my life

quicker successes,

against louder voices,

more impressive moments

faster victories,

that were never meant for me.

shinier moments

that were never mine to live.

So I did.

I compared my start

to someone else's progress.

I compared my beginning

My subtle growth

to someone else’s middle.

to another's spotlight.

My quiet growth

My wounds

to another person’s spotlight.

to their edited perfection.

My scars

to their filtered perfection.

And gradually,

without realizing,

And slowly,

I lost myself.

without noticing,

I abandoned myself.

Comparison is a thief with gentle hands.

It doesn't shout when it takes.

Comparison is a thief with polite hands.

It murmurs.

It does not scream when it steals.

It whispers.

"You are falling behind."

"You are inadequate."

“You are behind.”

"Look at them."

“You are not enough.”

"Why not you?"

“Look at them.”

“Why not you?”

And the real tragedy isn't just jealousy.

It's forgetting

And the tragedy is not only envy.

that different lives

It is forgetting

bear different burdens.

that different lives

carry different weights.

Some people were born with confidence.

Others were born with survival.

Some people inherited confidence.

Some began on peaks.

Others inherited survival.

Others began in valleys

Some started on mountains.

with incomplete maps.

Others started in valleys

with broken maps.

Yet I blamed myself

for not arriving simultaneously.

Yet I punished myself

for not arriving at the same time.

I lost peace

trying to keep up.

I lost peace

Lost happiness

trying to keep pace.

trying to impress strangers.

Lost joy

Lost self

trying to impress strangers.

trying to become

Lost identity

what others would applaud.

trying to become

what applause would approve.

But healing started

the day I stopped chasing shadows.

But healing began

the day I stopped racing shadows.

The day I realized

that purpose can't be duplicated.

The day I understood

That fulfillment is unique.

that purpose cannot be copied.

That a flower doesn't compete

That fulfillment is personal.

with the sun.

That a flower does not compete

with the sun.

Now,

I celebrate others

Now,

without doubting my value.

I clap for others

I appreciate

without questioning my worth.

without diminishing.

I admire

I develop

without shrinking.

without haste.

I grow

without rushing.

Because my life

was never intended

Because my life

to resemble theirs.

was never meant

to look like theirs.

And perhaps freedom is this:

And maybe freedom is this:

To finally look in the mirror

without questioning,

To finally look in the mirror

"Am I ahead of everyone else?"

without asking,

“Am I ahead of everyone else?”

But instead questioning,

But instead asking,

"Am I becoming myself?"

“Am I becoming myself?”

from the book titled 'The Cost of Comparison' by Luka Zulu

Explanation

This poem by Luka Zulu explores the theme of comparison and its detrimental effects on self-worth and identity. The speaker reflects on the societal pressure to measure one's life against others, leading to feelings of inadequacy and loss of self. The poem highlights the quiet, insidious nature of comparison, likening it to a thief that whispers doubts and insecurities. It emphasizes the importance of recognizing that each person's journey is unique, with different starting points and challenges. The speaker ultimately finds healing by rejecting the race against others and embracing personal growth and self-acceptance. The poem encourages readers to appreciate their individuality and find fulfillment in their own paths, rather than seeking validation through comparison.

Word Dictionary15

Word	Easy Meaning	Translation	Pron.
measure	assess	to evaluate or judge	mezh-er
louder	more prominent	more noticeable or attention-grabbing	loud-er
victories	successes	achievements or wins	vik-tuh-reez
shinier	more dazzling	more impressive or attractive	shy-nee-er
abandoned	left behind	gave up or deserted	uh-ban-duhnd
thief	robber	someone who steals	theef
polite	courteous	showing good manners	puh-lyt
whispers	speaks softly	talks quietly	wis-perz
envy	jealousy	desire for what others have	en-vee
inherited	received	got from ancestors	in-her-i-tid
punished	disciplined	suffered consequences	pun-isht
applause	clapping	approval or praise	uh-plawz
fulfillment	satisfaction	feeling of contentment	fool-fil-muhnt
admire	respect	look up to	ad-myr
freedom	liberty	state of being free	free-duhm

Poet & Context

PoetLuka Zulu

EraContemporary

Luka Zulu is a contemporary poet whose work often explores themes of self-discovery, comparison, and personal growth. Despite the lack of a Wikipedia page, Zulu's poetry resonates with readers seeking introspection and understanding.

View on Wikipedia

WhenContemporary period

WhyThe poem addresses the modern struggle with comparison and self-worth, reflecting on how societal pressures can lead individuals to lose sight of their own unique paths and identities.

FormFree verse

Themes & More

Themes

ComparisonSelf-worthIdentityPersonal growthAcceptance

Literary devices

Metaphor: Comparison is likened to a thief with polite hands.Personification: Comparison whispers doubts.Imagery: Descriptions of mountains and valleys to illustrate different life paths.Repetition: Use of 'lost' to emphasize the consequences of comparison.Contrast: Between different starting points in life (mountains vs. valleys).

Analyse poétique

# The Cost of Comparison

Original Poetry

Translation

# The Cost of Comparison

They advised me to observe my surroundings,

to evaluate my life

They told me to look around,

against more noticeable voices,

to measure my life

quicker successes,

against louder voices,

more impressive moments

faster victories,

that were never meant for me.

shinier moments

that were never mine to live.

So I did.

I compared my start

to someone else's progress.

I compared my beginning

My subtle growth

to someone else’s middle.

to another's spotlight.

My quiet growth

My wounds

to another person’s spotlight.

to their edited perfection.

My scars

to their filtered perfection.

And gradually,

without realizing,

And slowly,

I lost myself.

without noticing,

I abandoned myself.

Comparison is a thief with gentle hands.

It doesn't shout when it takes.

Comparison is a thief with polite hands.

It murmurs.

It does not scream when it steals.

It whispers.

"You are falling behind."

"You are inadequate."

“You are behind.”

"Look at them."

“You are not enough.”

"Why not you?"

“Look at them.”

“Why not you?”

And the real tragedy isn't just jealousy.

It's forgetting

And the tragedy is not only envy.

that different lives

It is forgetting

bear different burdens.

that different lives

carry different weights.

Some people were born with confidence.

Others were born with survival.

Some people inherited confidence.

Some began on peaks.

Others inherited survival.

Others began in valleys

Some started on mountains.

with incomplete maps.

Others started in valleys

with broken maps.

Yet I blamed myself

for not arriving simultaneously.

Yet I punished myself

for not arriving at the same time.

I lost peace

trying to keep up.

I lost peace

Lost happiness

trying to keep pace.

trying to impress strangers.

Lost joy

Lost self

trying to impress strangers.

trying to become

Lost identity

what others would applaud.

trying to become

what applause would approve.

But healing started

the day I stopped chasing shadows.

But healing began

the day I stopped racing shadows.

The day I realized

that purpose can't be duplicated.

The day I understood

That fulfillment is unique.

that purpose cannot be copied.

That a flower doesn't compete

That fulfillment is personal.

with the sun.

That a flower does not compete

with the sun.

Now,

I celebrate others

Now,

without doubting my value.

I clap for others

I appreciate

without questioning my worth.

without diminishing.

I admire

I develop

without shrinking.

without haste.

I grow

without rushing.

Because my life

was never intended

Because my life

to resemble theirs.

was never meant

to look like theirs.

And perhaps freedom is this:

And maybe freedom is this:

To finally look in the mirror

without questioning,

To finally look in the mirror

"Am I ahead of everyone else?"

without asking,

“Am I ahead of everyone else?”

But instead questioning,

But instead asking,

"Am I becoming myself?"

“Am I becoming myself?”

from the book titled 'The Cost of Comparison' by Luka Zulu

Explanation

Word Dictionary15

Word	Easy Meaning	Translation	Pron.
measure	assess	to evaluate or judge	mezh-er
louder	more prominent	more noticeable or attention-grabbing	loud-er
victories	successes	achievements or wins	vik-tuh-reez
shinier	more dazzling	more impressive or attractive	shy-nee-er
abandoned	left behind	gave up or deserted	uh-ban-duhnd
thief	robber	someone who steals	theef
polite	courteous	showing good manners	puh-lyt
whispers	speaks softly	talks quietly	wis-perz
envy	jealousy	desire for what others have	en-vee
inherited	received	got from ancestors	in-her-i-tid
punished	disciplined	suffered consequences	pun-isht
applause	clapping	approval or praise	uh-plawz
fulfillment	satisfaction	feeling of contentment	fool-fil-muhnt
admire	respect	look up to	ad-myr
freedom	liberty	state of being free	free-duhm

Poet & Context

PoetLuka Zulu

EraContemporary

View on Wikipedia

WhenContemporary period

WhyThe poem addresses the modern struggle with comparison and self-worth, reflecting on how societal pressures can lead individuals to lose sight of their own unique paths and identities.

FormFree verse

Themes & More

Themes

ComparisonSelf-worthIdentityPersonal growthAcceptance

Literary devices