I have a good life.
I have a good and blessed life.
So why do I want more?
So why am I not satisfied with what I have?
Why do I always want more?
Jealously wiggles itself in and I grieve for what I don’t have.
I have so much.
I have so many blessings.
Why do I think I deserve more?
Hard not to compare my life to the lives of others and not be jealous of the grass that looks greener.
I’m figuring if I’d snap out of it I’d realize how green the grass is in my own yard.
Amazing beautifully green.