On Prestige

At some point in time, we’ve all wanted things that show the world our successes or our value. Things that communicate we’re unique. That we’re worthy of respect and admiration. That we’re better than others. That our life is great.

After all, life’s a competition. It’s a cornerstone of our education from the jump… parents comparing us to other kids, teachers comparing us to other students, bosses comparing us to other employees.

We were taught to define our worth by our accomplishments. But what qualifies as an accomplishment wasn’t up to us to define. We were told what accomplishments were…

That 100 / A+ / 4.0.

That first place trophy / medal.

That name brand college we got into.

That Fortune 500 company on our resume.

That title that sounds big and important.

That 6-figure salary.

That handsome boy / beautiful girl we’re dating.

That apartment in the sky.

That luxury car with more horsepower than you need.

That big rock you got from someone or for someone.

That perfect wedding.

That big house with a manicured lawn.

That picture perfect family.

There’s nothing wrong with any of these things (most are quite nice to have, actually) and prestige isn’t a bad thing to chase.

But if you are chasing prestige, are you doing it for you? And do you know why?

When the lingering voices from our parents / teachers / bosses fade away, and we’re no longer being compared to someone else, how are you defining your worth?