Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.
To the scrubs I just purchased for work: I realize that I am short. And round. Why must you feel the need to accentuate those facts so that I resemble a polyester wrapped beach ball?
To be a happy person, one has to drop all comparison. Drop all these stupid ideas of being superior and inferior. You are neither superior nor inferior. You are simply yourself! There exists no one like you, no one with whom you can be compared. Then, suddenly, you are at home.