Reflections on things that matter.
Oh, how your smile stabs my heart!
My gut twists and I flinch.
I mourn my failure in the light of your success
I look at you and I want your life,
But only if I can have the nice parts,
And ignore the parts that look like mine.
After all, why should I count my blessings?
It’s easier to count yours;
Gratefulness is hard work,
And I’d rather covet your good fortune
Than augment my character by being content with my own.