Comprasion Kills Peace - by Eulalai✨

---Yesterday I was okay. I had gari and beans for lunch. My roommate and I laughed about it. I had school tomorrow. I had data for one week. I had peace. Then I checked WhatsApp status at night. First status: My classmate from SHS posting herself in Accra Mall. Shopping bags. New dress. Caption “Soft life only”. Second status: Another girl posting her hostel room. Double decker bed, fridge, AC, posters on the wall. Caption “My little heaven”. Third status: A guy posting mobile money alert. 2000 cedis. Caption “God is good, fees sorted”. I looked around my room. Single mattress on the floor. No fridge. One small fan that makes noise. Gari bowl still on my table. In 10 seconds I went from “I’m okay” to “My life is small”. That’s how comparison kills peace. It doesn’t knock. It just enters and rearranges your mind. I didn’t lose money yesterday. Nobody took my food. My school didn’t increase fees. My mom didn’t send less money. But my mind convinced me I was poor because other people’s lives looked bigger. I sat on my mattress and felt shame for things I never cared about before. I felt angry at my mom for not giving me more. I felt like I was failing at 21 even though I’m still in school trying. And the painful part? I know these statuses are just 5 seconds of their lives. I know that girl in Accra Mall probably used her last money for that dress. I know that “God is good” alert was probably borrowed and now he has pressure. But at night, logic is quiet. Insecurity is loud. I’ve learned something though. The people I compare myself to are also comparing themselves to someone else. That girl with the fridge is probably looking at someone with a car. That guy with 2000 cedis is probably looking at someone with 20,000. Nobody wins in comparison. Everyone loses peace. So now when I feel that tight feeling after checking statuses, I close WhatsApp. I look at my own small room and remind myself: This mattress is mine. This gari filled my stomach today. This school I’m in is a blessing. This mom who sends me 50 cedis is trying her best. My life is not late. It’s just mine. My pace is not slow. It’s just mine. One day I’ll post my own status too. Not bags or alerts. Just me, graduating, peaceful, and grateful. To remind another girl that her mattress-on-floor season doesn’t make her less. If you’ve ever felt broke in your own room after 10 seconds of statuses… you’re not alone. If you’ve felt shame for things you were grateful for yesterday… I see you. And if you want to support someone choosing peace over comparison while she finishes school, you can support my journey here ---

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