My neighbor, Connie's, Christmas cactus is beautiful.
Mine doesn't even have buds.
Another neighbor, Diana, says hers is wilting.
Shall we compare ourselves to the person next door? They or theirs is "better." There must be something wrong with me (or with mine). I want what they have.
Instead, we have what we have.
Can we find peace right here? At home. At home in our mind. At home in our own bodies, which are just as they are. Beautiful.
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