You don't wish them harm — you don't even dislike them — you just can't stop noticing how much lighter their load seems compared to everything you're carrying.
Envy gets labeled as ugly, but sometimes it's just grief in disguise — grief for the ease you deserved and didn't get.
Have you ever felt ashamed of your own envy — and have you ever been honest with yourself about what you're actually longing for underneath it?
What do you think?
Your words might be exactly what someone needs to hear.
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