compelled to compare

This is the thing I do...compare my life to everyone else's life in an attempt to fully justify my low self-esteem. so, yep...I've done it again. I've compared my life and accomplishments to someone else and now feel like a loser.

In my mind I know this is false. I know that I have fashioned quite a nice and rewarding life for myself...complete with fabulous canines, a few unmentionable felines, some chicks and the master chick that has made my life soooo great. So, why do I feel like it should be more? Will more money mean more success on a personal level? I'm living my life in a way that is truly satisfying...here is where I allow this to be OK...

Just something I've been pondering. I'm pondering this because I can sense that just about the time I'm on my death bed will be about the time I finally accept myself and my life for who and what it is.

Does everyone feel this way to some degree? I wonder....