If someone is better than me at something, then that means they can teach me a lesson. If someone is a screw-up, they can serve as a cautionary tale. Either way they can still help me, and I get to improve no matter what.
There’s no need to hold a grudge or be vindictive; there’s too much to learn, too much to accomplish.
Maybe there’s no correlation, but when I finally admitted/forgave myself (just to myself) for my top 5 “darkest secrets,” my creativity kicked into high gear.
My theory is they were taking up “processing power.” Just to be sure, I made my friend sit there and listen while I told him what they were. I suspect you don’t need to confess, because I felt nothing, and derived no benefit from confessing (I just had to make sure). I only derived benefit when I originally admitted them to myself.
In time, those secrets will die just the same as I, so why feed them with the life I still possess? Why keep them alive until my physical death?
Regardless of my beliefs/suspicions concerning the underlying nature of reality, it seems that if I take phenomena instance by instance, without giving into the emotional whirlpool fostered by the idea that intangible forces are for or against me, then I am simply solving problems, advancing through levels, and enjoying the challenge of managing my energy.
In this way, life becomes an amusing game that honors our laughable insignificance–we’re tiny little specks, marooned on a mudball that’s hurling through infinity–WITHOUT wallowing in the cynical muck of unproductive nihilism.