When you are above the clouds, just
floating on air you realise that jealousy is not something to worry about. If
the bloke next to you on the plane is wearing a Rolex watch or if the lady in
front is wearing a Christian Dior dress, who cares. There might even be someone
on the plane with one of those digital cameras busy clicking photos from the
window hoping to capture a prize winning view for the Pulitzer prize. That
person is certainly not jealous if she does not win the prize, she is just
doing it for the fun, remembering the significance of the photos discovered
after the Hindenberg disaster when the airship crashed and a camera was found
showing last photos taken by a passenger, although she is not hoping that her
fame will be under such circumstances. I think I wanted to say something
remarkable, a pearl of wisdom, but I lost the thread somewhere. Ah yes, there
is no point in jealousy, our fate will be equal, so just hope the pilot lands
safely,
I do not do jealousy, I have everything I want. Of course that prize for my writing efforts has still not arrived, but I am not jealous of E. L. James with her 50 Shades of Something, and even the fact that J. R. Rowling celebrated success with her Harry Potter books did not bother me really I suppose, they just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I can be patient and wait for my hard earned and expected success. Me jealous? Never, although I persistently write my daily prompt hoping that my natural blogging talent will one day be noticed as the best, better than all others and my place at the top will be secured.
I think what annoys me most of all are people that just ignore my genius. People that cannot say “well done” or “you have such a talent for writing” and shower me with deserved compliments, but I have got used to this. Even Franz Kafka died of starvation, his talent not being recognised while he was living. Yes, perhaps my just reward will come one day when the visitors to my eternal resting place will see my web address engraved on my stone and the remains of my blog will be immortalised in the monumental records of literature. In the meanwhile I can waitgrinding my teeth. I am sure my efforts will one
day be recognised. Yes, jealousy is something that leaves a bad taste behind
it.
This morning I hung some bird food fat balls on a tree which were left from the winter ration. Mr. Swiss found it was not necessary, our sparrows are still suffering from signs of overweight from the winter feed and in summer they find their own food. However, I noticed that today the tree was full of sparrows. They were fighting each other for the best place nearest to the fat ball. Even sparrows show jealousy and the push each other away to reach the seeds.
And so I also push on, regardless of all the other successful writers who are nowhere near what I achieve. I have blue eyes not green so jealousy does not exist in my vocabulary.
I do not do jealousy, I have everything I want. Of course that prize for my writing efforts has still not arrived, but I am not jealous of E. L. James with her 50 Shades of Something, and even the fact that J. R. Rowling celebrated success with her Harry Potter books did not bother me really I suppose, they just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I can be patient and wait for my hard earned and expected success. Me jealous? Never, although I persistently write my daily prompt hoping that my natural blogging talent will one day be noticed as the best, better than all others and my place at the top will be secured.
I think what annoys me most of all are people that just ignore my genius. People that cannot say “well done” or “you have such a talent for writing” and shower me with deserved compliments, but I have got used to this. Even Franz Kafka died of starvation, his talent not being recognised while he was living. Yes, perhaps my just reward will come one day when the visitors to my eternal resting place will see my web address engraved on my stone and the remains of my blog will be immortalised in the monumental records of literature. In the meanwhile I can wait
This morning I hung some bird food fat balls on a tree which were left from the winter ration. Mr. Swiss found it was not necessary, our sparrows are still suffering from signs of overweight from the winter feed and in summer they find their own food. However, I noticed that today the tree was full of sparrows. They were fighting each other for the best place nearest to the fat ball. Even sparrows show jealousy and the push each other away to reach the seeds.
And so I also push on, regardless of all the other successful writers who are nowhere near what I achieve. I have blue eyes not green so jealousy does not exist in my vocabulary.
I think jealousy is a pretty pointless emotion. Someone has a better car than me? A more expensive camera? The latest gadgets? So what? They can afford them, I cannot. There is nothing I can do to change things, so why waste energy being upset about it. I just get on with life and enjoy what I do have.
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