The hardest ones are those who have no desire.
When I was little, I remember feeling envious of my friends who had nice sneakers or new bikes. As much as I tried to suppress these feelings, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. As I grew older, envy didn’t seem to fade along with the formation of maturity. A colleague’s promotion, a fancy car racing by, even a bit more spotlight thrown my coworkers’ way……
