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Envy is a strong emotion.
Very.
As in it can take on such dangerously influential forms that cause you to make or break and almost feel like the choices you make in life are either sink or swim.
If there’s anything in the emotional world that has the capacity to change the way we go about life for better or mostly worse, it’s the distant cousin of discontentment.
“Oh how nice it must be to be in such an envious position”
It’s been a lifetime since I’ve received a compliment like that, so maybe there’s nothing for others to envy in me.
Just kidding. But, seriously.
Envy makes us think about who we are not and yet yearn for those same things.
It causes us to see people not as people but as materialized statistics that give us a flawed idea on how we measure up to others.
What do they have that I don’t? What do they not have that I do? How do I stack up against this person?
And no matter what the answer is to those questions, these feelings stem from a dark wet place filled with inadequacy and dissatisfaction.
It’s a void that’s hard to fill and at a same time, a virus that’s hard to treat.