Compare Yourself and Weep--or Laugh

No good comes from comparing yourself to other writers. We all know it, but we still do it. Even Shakespeare did it.

 Witness Sonnet 29.
…I all alone beweep my outcast state…
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope…
Though he comes around in a mere fourteen lines to recognize the wealth of being himself, we have no idea how long in actuality he might have stewed in this bitter brine of discontent. Or how often.

But the man shows us how to diminish this demon when it appears, as it is bound to do time and again. In simply recognizing he's comparing, Shakespeare remembers his true self.

I imagine him laughing for a moment about the absurdities of human nature, picking up his quill and getting back to work.