“Comparison Is the Thief of Joy” This quotation, from Theodore Roosevelt, argues that comparing your work, your life, or whatever else will only serve to make you unhappy.
Comparison is the thief of joy, or the death of joy? Either way, stop comparing.
The bag is then placed down upon the shoe mat. He grabs and puts on yet another pair of dress shoes that are sitting in front of the mat, then places the paper bag with its content flattened back into the briefcase and heads out of the door.
The door swings open and Steve enters his flat without switching on the light. He removes his shoes and picks them up then walks down a short hallway and turns left.
Steve switches on his bedroom light to the left of the doorway. Before him lies a double bed with deep blue designer bedding. The carpet beneath him is a cream colour, extremely thin and very soft. To his right is a 27 inch High Definition television which sits atop a cabinet bearing host to a DVD player and several DVD’s.
Above the television sits a transparent glass shelf, which holds a very powerful, crisp sounding Sony stereo/alarm clock. A little further up on his left is his en-suite bathroom and the doorway next to that features a walk-in closet.
Steve removes his suit and carefully places it onto his bed.
He throws his wallet beside a wash basket near his headboard.
Then, in his underwear enters his bathroom.
The beautiful marble bathroom is extremely clean and well lit. The toilet seat is down and copies of GQ and FHM sit inside a wooden rack beside the toilet. There’s a stand-alone shower in the left corner and to the right of the room a counter hosting a sink with golden taps beneath three mirrored cabinets.
Steve stares at his reflection in the middle mirror for ten seconds, frustrated and disappointed.
STEVE: [mumbling] Here we fuckin’ go again.