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Greener Side: A Walk In Other Shoes

So often through life, we focus our energies on ways to improve ourselves. And why shouldn't we? Self-potential is the mere goal every individual strives for in his or her existence. Whether it be professional, personal, spiritual, emotional, physcal, or mental, pushing the lever each and every day, to improve, to succeed, and to enjoy life, is our subconscious objective.

However, many times through this race called life we stumble. Trip. Wipe out. Fall. There are those times when you feel locked into a fight, and you are grossly underweight and over matched. A mere punching bag for the champion called Life who seems unconquerable, unmovable, and impossible. Not to mention, the times it cheats, and gains an unneeded advantage.

Yes, we all know those times.

Those are the times when we begin to look to others, and compare their experience with Life, their race called Life, with that of others. It's then that we see (Or so we think) that somewhere, somehow we are not prepared enough, or experienced enough, or tough enough for this race. It is then when we look at others and think about their success, and their lives, and wonder "how did they get there?" and "What am I doing wrong?"

The grass always looks greener on the other side.

The cars. The Clothes. The houses. The jobs. The smarts. The physique. The friends. The lifestyle. The success.

It's a mental trap so easily, and able to fall into. A trap that lures us in and keeps us in the abyss when our greatest enemy in adversity has mounted us, and our greatest ally in perseverance seems no where to be found. With the attitude and emotion of negativity and envy being the easiest option for human beings, the grass will always seem greener on the other side.

It will remain that way until, you are let in on the other, "greener" side.

For its only then, where you can imagine yourself in another's shoes.

If...they have shoes at all.

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