In my teens, I realized I was a jealous person and I caught on to it quick. I knew it was something I didn’t want to be and was ashamed of. I wanted to be truly joyful when I heard of others doing well, I didn’t want to automatically think back to my situation when I heard of others successes. Obviously, in my teens, my jealousy stemmed mostly from wanting to look like the girl in my science class to wishing I got the highest score in the most recent math test. I tried to nip it in the butt by rationalizing everything. I tried to conjure up storylines of the hand they had been dealt, and some just never made sense, unfortunately for my very sensitive spirit.
Now that I am in my early 20s, suffering mildly of from tinges of jealousy, I ask myself new questions:
Can I truly be jealous of people whom which I would not walk a mile in their shoes? Can I be jealous of people who have made decisions that I do not even have the self-control to make? Can I be envious of those who have sacrificed more this year than I have in the past decade?
And, furthermore, all that glitters ain’t gold. So many things I believed I wanted in my life were not truly things I could afford emotionally, spiritually, physically and financially. And, if these opportunities are truly for me, then I will be dealt them in the future.
Our dynamic souls 