Our way of life is highly competitive. We are always racing with one another. We have to show results. If possible, we must try to break records. Today the only way my work is judged is by comparing it with the work of others. No matter how well I do, if the other person does better, then I become second rate. And so in that sense, everyone becomes a rival. My brother's success becomes a threat to me; and that is how jealousy is born.
In India they have a story about two students called Akbar and Birbal. Akbar draws a line on the blackboard and asks Birbal to shorten it without erasing it. So Birbal goes to the board and draws a longer line under Akbar's and the job is done.
You and I might be a long line when we stand all alone. But just let a longer line stand next to us, and suddenly from long we have become short.
That may be the reason why we resent the success of others. Their success casts a shadow on mine. I resent them. But their competitive presence is good for me. It makes me keep an eye on my line.
"Don't be afraid of competition or opposition. Remember, a kite rises against, not with wind."
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