This morning was one of those moments. Nothing extraordinary happened—but something quietly clicked. A small but meaningful insight arose when I became aware of a relentless stream of thoughts running in my mind after I awoke and was still lying in bed. It was about work the day before, as well as other happenings.

For most of my life, I’ve felt the weight of inferiority, often wishing for the confidence of superiority. Being on the “inferior” end has always carried feelings of inadequacy and low self-esteem, while the idea of superiority seemed to promise security and self-assurance. I believed that inferiority was the source of suffering, and superiority was its relief.