While I like to believe I’ve grown past the stage of being jealous for petty worldly reasons as a person, of course there are times that I get a sting of it. Like people who get to travel and explore the world early/easy on.
But what really gets to me is some folks is their brilliance. I’m at both admiration and envious of such people who seem perfect to me, to be able to look at the world in a bright and realistic side, and love endlessly no matter what. And get it in return, as well. The irony being this perfection is the result of actually being very flawed, and there lies the beauty of it.