Comparison, Dissatisfaction

A life with lots of money,

A life full of booze,

A life full of women,

A life full of fame,

Such life would not make a human,

Peaceful in mind, and

Dissatisfaction comes in mind 

Making a man unhappy.

The cycles of the weather flow,

Human is to bear,

At times one does not know 

What to do,

But he looks inside him,

It gives satisfaction

What he needs, 

Life,

When lived naturality like,

That’s a joy.

It is the test of life. 

Comparison comes from

our style of living,

Seeing somebody else

Having more or having less,

Making comparison brings 

Hotness in mind,

Making comparison with others,

Dissatisfaction comes in mind,

One compares with others,

Naturally dissatisfaction comes.

Keeping mind off things;

That don't help one,

It is the best course,

Not to make comparison with others. 

Overthinking is the biggest 

Cause of our unhappiness,

Always motivating oneself is necessary,

It is necessary also for

Avoiding listening to people 

Who only says negatives.

If winds come up, 

They cause damage,

Depending on the way 

One has managed,

Making buildings wind resistant,

The storms of life are like that too. 

Wishes don't always come true,

Truth manifests life,

Comparison is the root of sorrow,

It is the root of depression,

The root of the tension.

Human is to make

relative test

of what is most driven

from within his or her chest

And 

Desire leads human breast,

Either way,

We choose our wanted best

And 

Find satisfaction

What he or she needs, 

The Vanity of Human Wishes, 

The first edition,

The Tenth Satire of Juvenal Imitated's imitation,

Poem by the English author Samuel Johnson,

In late 1748, it was written,

A poem of 368 lines,

Written in closed heroic couplets. 

Johnson made attempts ,

To sympathize with his poetic subjects,

Human futility and humanity's quest.

The poem focuses

"the antidote to vain human

 wishes are non-vain spiritual wishes".

"Hope and Fear, Desire and Hate,

O'erspread with Snares the clouded Maze of Fate,

Where Wav'ring Man, betray'd by vent'rous Pride,

To tread the dreary Paths without a Guide;

As treach'rous Phantoms in the Mist delude,

Shuns fancied Ills, or chases airy Good.

Should Beauty blunt on fops her fatal dart,

Nor claim the triumph of a letter'd heart;

Should no Disease thy torpid veins invade,

Nor Melancholy's phantoms haunt thy Shade;

Yet hope not Life from Grief or Danger free,

Nor think the doom of Man revrs'd for thee:

Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes,

And pause awhile from Letters, to be wise;

There mark what ills the Scholar's life assail,

Toil, envy, Want, the Patron and the Jay."

On personal experience s well as

On a variety of historical sources,

Johnson draws to illustrate 

the helpless vulnerability of

 the individual 

before the social context and

 About the inevitable self-deception 

By which human beings are led astray.

In a famous passage, 

Johnson reduces 

The king's glorious military career

 to a cautionary example in a poem:

"His Fall was destin'd to a barren Strand,

A petty Fortress, and a dubious Hand;

He left the Name, at which the World grew pale,

To point a Moral, or adorn a Tale."

Once if one human embraces 

sublimity,

It is a touchstone of happiness 

by authority,

Otherwise Great conqueror may 

be put to pity