You monitor other people’s becoming but you never lend a hand.
You are watching them transform and progress, but you never contribute to their journey.
However, the moment they tweet, write, sing or say something that you don’t agree with, you are quick to judge them and call them out.
You retweet their blunders and host a tea party to talk about how shoddy their book cover is/ how mainstream their lyrics are.
You are quick to spot the ‘off’ in their ensemble and ‘I told you’ is never far from your mouth.
You are very emotionally invested in their oversights and shortcomings. It is indicative of a broken soul. Your brokeness feeds on the vulnerabilities of others. Watching others fall minimizes the misery that characterizes your life and makes you feel less small.
The shortcomings of others affirms your insecurities.
You know what I know?
Life has a way of turning the tables on you without your knowledge, so the same person you are hating on low key becomes the one person you need in your corner.
Brokeness is not a rarity. As a matter of fact more people are broken than you know. What distinguishes them from you is they do not wallow in their brokeness, they receive help.
While you can still be helped, seek help.
It is more honourable to admit you are messed up on the inside and the progress of others makes you feel unsure of yourself.
While you receive help, quit leafing through the pages of their book , turning the next page of their profile, pages and feeds.
Get a confessor and share your insecurities. Once you are absolutely sure you are fine, the lens with which you read this will be different.