I see them, and see where they are now. I’ll admit that it makes me jealous.
But at the same time, part of me doesnt ever want to be where they are.
I call it jealousy, but all it truly is, is…. desire…
For something better, something comfortable, something that gets this burden off my back.
I can say I know what that is, which my mind believes would provide me with joy.
But truly, I know nothing of what I need.
Since my wants are those which are, unlikely to ever be considered right by those around me,
I only have myself,
And what defines me as a person,
to help me keep my feet on the ground.