face lit up with the false sun of some screen
scrolling like reaching…for
it will always slip
away, a balloon caught in wind-drift
Love does not envy…
It’s all too easy to be envious in this wide-web world. It’s at our fingertips–the success and beauty and brilliance of others. We attach to the perceived perfection and wish it was our own. We envy, wish we had that experience, physique, relationship, thing.
a million likes can never equal love
someone else’s highlight reel cannot be compared to our behind-the-scenes.
Envy is a thief. It steals our own joy and robs us of reasons to rejoice.
Merriam-webster says envy is “a painful or resentful awareness of an advantage enjoyed by another joined with a desire to possess the same advantage.”
So if love doesn’t do this, it must do the opposite.
Real Love must find pleasure in another’s ‘advantages,’ achievements, victories, experiences. Real love must be able to celebrate in another’s victory without making it hers. It must be content, at rest.
Love does not envy; it enjoys another’s success. Real love celebrates.