And when comparison starts running through your bloodstream, you lose a little piece of yourself. Comparison wasn’t an occasional struggle anymore; it was a lifestyle. The more I asked those questions, the more I realized jealousy wasn’t shielding me from disappointment — it was isolating me from the very people I wanted to celebrate. Comparison is the spiritual disease of our generation because our culture is engineered to provoke it. But love — real love — is the cure.