Sunday, March 13, 2011
I see you and your snapshots. I see your life and mine. Two sides of a coin really. Connected but forever having different points of view. We may go the same direction, meet and greet at one point, but I see you. And I see what you have. It is not all bitterness inside me, so don't get me wrong. I don't want to be you. But I envy you some. Envy you the things I know I can never have. It's not a question of getting really. Life after all does not deal fair hands. It's the twist of fate and the constant sun that it shines on you that I envy. The easiness of it all. I wonder what you must think when you wake up in the morning and everything is there--without trying, without effort. That is what I envy. That and nothing more.