When I am seething with jealousy and bitterness at someone who has what I want, I am like a dog growling over my bowl. I am thinking there is not enough to go around and I want what is mine.
I begrudge their good and…poison myself in the process.
When I know scarcity is an illusion, that not a human soul can keep me from what is rightfully mine, I am then free to identify with the needs, wants, successes, and failures of others without comparing myself to them, resenting them, or being passive aggressive toward them by pretending to care.
The essence of cool and a cure for jealousy…believing there is no scarcity.
My heart is at your festival. – William Wordsworth