We find not much in ourselves to admire, we are always privately wanting to be like somebody else. If everybody was satisfied with himself, there would be no heroes. —Mark Twain
There is an innocence in admiration: it occurs in one who has not yet realized that they might one day be admired. ―Friedrich Nietzsche
Everyone casts an envious glance around from time to time. Some people have an infectious laugh. Others are irresistibly down-to-earth. Beautiful curls, razor-sharp wit, true love, great abs, funky style—the world is a walk-in closet crammed with covetable talent, qualities, and circumstances.
Your imagination is a full-length, 360° mirror where you try other people’s stories on for size. You keep what fits, what feels good, and leave the rest. Playing dress-up is how you figure out who you are and what you want. The more you look around, the more choices you have.
Yet wrapped up in your own adventure it’s easy to lose sight of the role you play in others’ stories. The world you scan for possibility looks just as eagerly to you for inspiration.
Self-confidence, tenacity, sex appeal, creativity, loyal friends—everyone’s got something to covet. While you’re bummed that you can’t sing, someone else wishes they could cook, draw, write code, or chat up strangers like you do.
So the next time blemishes, personal goals, or daily hassles stress you out, remember your own dose of the kudos you dish. We’re all secret admirers from time to time. Right now someone, somewhere, is privately applauding you.