envying

“Yes, I have. Mine is dishes and dusters, and envying girls with nice pianos, and being afraid of people.”

They keep walking, the man coughing blood, dying, envying the dead.

Then the game and the anxiety bit, which just goes to show the folly of envying people while never knowing what they’re enduring.

You are rebounding, on your own two feet, when you find yourself envying other writers again, just a bit.

Given our conditioning, we readily imagine the have-nots envying and coveting the bounty of the haves and consider that to be evil, shameful, a sin of sins.