If I were a boy, I’d probably wonder what I’d do if I were a girl.

In my sixteen years of existence in this world, I’ve always wondered why people love to put themselves on others’ shoes.

I mean, questions like, “What would I do with a billion dollars?”, “How does it feel to be an only child?”, or “If I would acquire a superpower, what would it be?” have probably crossed our minds once or twice in our lives. It’s hard-wired into our brains that others are better off than we are, that greener pastures are just around the corner.

While this is truly a great pastime for some, it bothers me to think that people are not satisfied with who and what they are. It’s like buying a bottle of Coke, and hoping that it’d taste like Pepsi.

Sounds pretty useless to me, because no matter how hard we deviate from reality, hoping to have some superpower to escape a boring life, we can never change who we really are.

It’s best to accept the cold, hard facts of life that to end up regretting the time wasted on wishing we were somebody else.

As someone wise wrote, “Never compare yourself to anyone. You make think they are better or worse than you are, and end up being depressed or conceited…”