Are You Jealous?
I’ve had to ask myself this question recently, as I deal with yet another volley of meanness from my grouchy old aunt. She sent back my Christmas gift to her last weekend, her latest passive aggressive move. (Well, Andra SAID she wanted to read that book anyway, Linda, so I may as well send it back to her.)
People who live to try to make others unhappy are miserable. I understand. And, it is more magnanimous of me to feel pity instead of anger. I get that, too. Even though, in truth, I’m vacillating between the two right now.
How many relationships do we blow in our lives because of jealousy, because we are too busy wanting what someone else has to remember what we ourselves have? Throughout my life, I have to admit that I’ve been jealous of certain people who crossed my path. It is hard sometimes not to look at others who seem to have everything or who made choices I wish I could redo and not be bitten with a twinge or several.
And, I wish I could have every one of those encounters back. To be happy for others’ success when I struggled. To congratulate the person who got the part I wanted. To have peace in knowing that just because I was alone and others were coupled didn’t make them enviable or me worthless.
I hope I do not approach the end of life filled with bitterness and envy over anything. We all have things that torture and elude us, however we may seem on the surface, whatever we may allow others to glimpse. May I always remember that fact when I look upon others.
And be happy.
Too Much is Just Enough: Genuine Happiness for Others