Hello everyone --

The topic of comparing myself to others has been on my mind. Whether it is comparing whether I am as "spiritual" as someone else, or as "depressed" as someone else, or as "good" as someone else.

For some reason, this little poem from childhood has always stayed with me as a commentary on the futility of such comparisons.

[i]<font color="blue">I met a little elf man once
Down where the lilies blow
I asked him why he was so small
And why he didn't grow.
He slightly frowned
And with his eye
He looked me through and through.
"I'm quite as big for me," said he,
"As you are big for you."

I believe the author was listed in this little book of children's poems as "Anonymous."