I have never really understood the concept of envy. I mean, sure, I have thought I envied someone else before but, on closer examination, or deeper thought, I have realized that it was not meant to be. For me.
Basically, even when I wished for something else, I have always had what I needed.
I don’t look to the lives of others, and live vicariously. I try to put the vitality into my own existence. I know that I am getting older. And I also know that it isn’t the years of life that I have left that matters.
It is the life in those years that matters.
I am no one else but me. I am nowhere else but here. I have no more money than the jingle in my pocket. And my house needs a new roof, and new windows and a kitchen remodel.
Someone else’s house may be better, or kitchen may be newer, but this house is where I grew up, and where my memories were made, so this is the right house for me, for now.
Physically, I am a composite of both my parents, and that is as it should be. Mentally, I am the product of my genes, my education, and every experience I have ever had, and that is as it should be.
Whatever circumstances brought me to this place in time and this spot on earth, this is MY place and MY time and it is for me to make the most of, while I can. I am responsible for my own happiness and my own sustenance.
I also have a responsibility to give back to those who have given to me so generously. Gratitude for the good things rules my life. Not envy.
So come in kindness and be my friend. Allow me to be who I really am. And I will do the same for you.
And we will bloom where we have been planted….
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