We have an inexhaustible supply of strategies that allow us to identify ourselves with insignificance, inferiority, helplessness and other interesting words at any convenient moment. Such identification is fraught with both unpleasant and logical consequences: painful emotional experiences, unwanted behavior leading to problems in various areas of life. Yes, sometimes human heads are worthy of ceramic bombs carefully filled with plague fleas. I suggest you take a peek at one of them. You passed the exam, played the guitar or wrote a post for your TG channel. Suddenly, your camp unfriendly embraces the following conclusion: there are nine classmates, millions of guitarists and a seemingly endless number of TG channel authors who could currently do your job better. And here you stand, the last in a long line at the altar of perfection. In line, on each back of your head your pride in your successes is impaled. One's hands involuntarily give up. Is there a mistake here at all? Yes, there is. The mistake is that you compared yourself with everyone who surpassed you, but forgot about those who were inferior to you. Oops, it seems that you have ignored a significant part of reality, as a result of which on the scale of success you were presented only as a reference point, a zero. Whereas, in the case of a more realistic assessment, you could claim to be closer to the middle, or even exceed it. This, you see, is a different conversation. Thus, when comparing yourself to the “best” (this fantastic category of people deserves a separate conversation), do not forget to balance your assessment of yourself by looking at the other side of this continuum. Otherwise, you risk not only feeling disappointed in yourself and your business, sitting with a sad face, but also missing the opportunity to understand that you have some success and have room to grow. And, in fact, grow. PS Once again, crookedly pressing the basic chord on the guitar, I can sometimes turn on a slide show reminiscent of lists of the best guitarists from Rolling Stone magazine, but I only need to think about the number of people who quit playing the guitar at the beginning of the journey, much more than these very good or considered good guitarists. Especially if you have no claims to a solo at Woodstock. After this, even a crooked chord sounds sweet.