Best Is Just a Story We Tell Ourselves

The Best Doesn’t Exist

Everyone does their best.
But “best” is a strange word, isn’t it?

It sounds final. Superior. Like something that can be measured, ranked, or proven. But in truth, the best doesn’t exist. It’s a shape we carve in our minds, based on what we want, what we value, what feels right to us.

And yet we forget that.
We look at others, partners, parents, friends, colleagues, and we think, they could have done better. But maybe they were doing their best. Maybe it just didn’t match your idea of what "best" should look like.

That’s the thing about comparison. It only lives in the mind.
It creates separation where there is none. Distinction where there was only difference.

We say, this is better than that, this life is more successful, this love is deeper, this path is wiser. But the moment we start comparing, we step out of presence and into illusion. Because no two moments are the same. No two people have the same story. No two hearts hold the same ache or longing or capacity.

So how can anything be “better”?

There is no hierarchy of effort. No scoreboard of sincerity. What someone offers, whether loud or quiet, perfect or flawed, is still what they could offer in that moment. That is their best. That is their truth.

And your best may look entirely different. And still be whole.

When we stop comparing, something softens. The mind loosens its grip. The heart opens. We stop separating ourselves from others, from what we don’t have, from what they do, from what we think we should be. We begin to see things as they are, not better, not worse. Just as they are.

No distinction.
No superlative.
Just presence.

Everything becomes enough.
Every person becomes whole.
Every moment becomes complete.

So next time the mind says this should have been more, pause. Ask yourself, More than what? Compared to whom? And you might find the answer isn’t missing. It was never separate in the first place.

Whatever you choose is the best. And so is what someone else chooses.

That’s all there is.

“The moment you stop measuring, you begin seeing. And when you truly see, you realise there was never anything to compare.”