You’re jealous of me? But wait, I’m jealous of you. This doesn’t make any sense.
I was chatting with a friend from Orlando a few months ago over dinner. At one point they looked at me and said, “So let me get this straight, there are days where you don’t have any kids, no one to make dinner for, entertain, or corral into a bedtime routine?”
He continued “I don’t have a free night, ever! Unless I’m traveling on business. Man that’s awesome you get kid free nights.” And finally he ended with “I guess there’s some benefits to divorce. I’m jealous.”
However, the days I don’t have my daughter I walk past her silent bedroom and stare. Sometimes there are things strewn all over the place, other times it’s neat and tidy, but it’s always so quiet. It’s as if she was just plucked from the house, abducted by aliens. I feel lonely and wonder what she did that day, if she’s missing me, if she’s OK. I’m jealous of my friend who gets to see his kids everyday.
There are very few lives being lived, of which there is not someone who is jealous. But it doesn’t need to be that way. If your life is good enough for someone to be jealous of, surely it’s good enough for you to be happy.
The situation I outlined above is illustrative of the fact that the state of our lives is not really the problem. The real problem is we are not paying attention to the lives we lead and all that we have right in front of us.