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Have You Ever Met A Hater Doing Better Than You?

I don’t like haters. I don’t like their negative energy, their shade, or their refusal to celebrate others who are doing well in life. When I’ve taken the time to study them, I’ve often tried to figure out why anyone would choose to hate or actively hate on someone who’s done absolutely nothing to them. It just doesn’t make sense to me. Yet, we live in a world where many people are haters. And if you are successful in any area of your life, inevitably you will have them. The unsettling thing about this is that you don’t have to do anything wrong for them to come your way. Haters hate, and their hatred can come in various forms:

A shady comment.

A petty dig.

An unfriendly social media post.

In silence. *Watch how people act when you share your good news and pay very close attention. You’ll see. 

And more. 

 

Experiencing hate on any level can feel uncomfortable, unsettling, and sometimes scary. Especially since a lot of hate can stem from jealousy and insecurities another person may be battling. Sadly, incredible moments in your life may be a source of agony, envy, and bitterness for some people who think you have it made. A while back, one of my coworkers reached out to me to inform me that another coworker had been privately keeping tabs on me and making some unconstructive comments about my work performance. She went on to say that the person talking about me was a hater who was just jealous, wanted my job, wasn’t someone worth losing sleep over, and that I was doing well at work. It was the strangest thing. I’d been nothing but nice to the woman who was allegedly jealous. I couldn’t understand why she had an issue with me and although I was advised not to lose sleep over what she thought, I did.

 

I tossed and turned that night wondering what I could have possibly said or done for this woman to feel the need to clock my moves and to criticize my work performance. And looking back, I realized that I'd lost quality sleep over something I had no control over – what someone else thought of me. That wasn’t the first time I had an experience like that, and it may not be the last. But what I do know is this – I’ve never met a hater doing better than me. Have you? Think about it. I don’t write this to flex, or from a place of pride, or arrogance, but I’ve never met a hater who was thriving. Typically I’ve noticed that the main people throwing shade, unnecessary criticism, and negativity are struggling with issues within themselves that have little to do with who they’re hating on. But regardless, I don’t believe anyone should let haters bring them down.

 

Again, if you’re successful, working on yourself and improving, and making some awesome moves, the haters won’t be too far away. But before you get upset, lose sleep over them, or think about all the ways you can clap back, understand that no one and nothing is worth compromising your integrity. Some things just aren’t worth it. Tune out the noise, rise above it, and stay focused. After all, have you ever met a hater doing better than you? 

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