If I could pick my most unbecoming trait, the one I least
like and most want to get rid of it would be jealousy.
It is a trait hinging on the belief that love is somehow
finite and limited.
The simple truth is that either I am loved, or I am not and
probably most importantly…either I love or I do not.
True love wants only the very best for the beloved. Anything less than that is something other
than love.
A wise person once pointed out to me that jealousy is a
childish trait, one we cannot help feeling, but do not need to act upon. I understand that, but it is also a very
painful trait to carry around.
I would never dream of owning the wind, or caging the
ocean. I cannot imagine clutching the
sunlight to my breast in a tiny box, or the moonlight in a jar.
Without jealousy to weigh me down, love might carry me away,
drown me, warm me, and draw me into a place so perfect that my feet would never
touch the ground again.
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