An Infinite Game

Many times in life, we tend to compare ourselves to others. And as if we insist on making matters worse, we compare our book at page 50, to others’ books at page 250; when they are at their best, while we have plenty of unrealized potential.

But if we would not use this method to look at one tree trunk and compare it to another, why would we measure ourselves that way?

Mark Twain correctly observed that “Comparison is the death of joy.”
Like us, each tree has its own unique features, potential and particular environment and context.

When we compare our perspective on life as competitive—as if everything were related to sports–with the way nature works, we see how shallow our perception of life is. 
We don’t “win” or “lose” and there’s no referee. There is no “other team” and there is no scoreboard. There is no “season” and there is no date when the season ends, the score is reset and we begin to compete from zero, again. 


Life is a cumulative, ongoing venture. As Simon Sinek states: “to ask, ‘What’s best for me’ is finite thinking. To ask, ‘What’s best for us’ is infinite thinking.”

So, what’s best for us?