Why would I be you or someone else when we all can walk up a staircase, we all can stand and move in our own way. No one has more or less opportunity to be himself, to love and be content with himself. Why would I compare or compete? Comparing is nothing more than believing the story that a past would invent as a future. It's so much simpler to be what I am. (As if I could be anything else.)

Byron Katie, A Thousand Names for Joy