When I was seventeen or eighteen years old, I liked to compare.
He has a pair of sneakers, he has a pair of Converse, her eyes are beautiful, his eyelashes are very long...
Compare yourself and him (her) over and over again, and finally make a conclusion and admit the gap that you have to admit.
Therefore, sometimes we feel inferior and secretly ridicule the perfection of others; sometimes we are a little proud and secretly rejoice.
But we are all the same. We carefully carry that speculation and observation, carefully protect our fragile self-esteem, and carefully cherish those things we are proud of.
Those gaps may be short or long, hard to catch up with, or within reach.
I only believe that the distance between people will become closer and closer, because only after understanding each other can we understand how rare the differences are.