I envy those who find contentment in their lives.
I envy the ones who do not have a constant, nagging feeling to do “more”.
I envy the ones who do not experience the cycles of existentialism.
I envy the ones whose life contentment is achieved through simple things like shopping for a new dress, going on a trip, going to a restaurant, watching a good show on tv, etc.
I envy the peace they must feel not overthinking and not feeling a responsibility to “make this world a better place”.
I envy all of this because it’s the opposite of what I experience. I envy that they have arrived to the destination that feels so far away.