Today I was filled with jealousy. My heart squeezed a size or two smaller.
All because someone else had some good fortune. Some good fortune of the kind that I would like to have.
A mean jealousy.
Then I thought. This supposed 'good fortune' was the result of hard work, committment, talent, time and, yes, a little bit of luck.
All things that I have or could exhibit if I exerted myself a bit in the areas where exertion is required. Or diverted my attention from one area to focus on another.
Except the little bit of luck. That lady comes and goes as she pleases.
And now that I've thought it through, I am a little bit less jealous, but a little more "mmmphphph" at myself. (Can't think of the right word). Disappointed in myself, I guess.
I am happy for the good fortune getter. I really am.
I just want a little bit of it, too.