She’s got it all. She’s got everything that I want and, truth is, I’m jealous. I want the innocence, the lack of knowing what’s coming, the naivety that surrounds her. The thought that every time she takes a step forward, she’s doing it with confidence and the ability to grasp the world with both her hands.
And then there’s the other one. The one who’s already achieved everything that she wants in life; she’s experienced it, she’s where she wants to be. She’s been through the dark and come out into the glorious sunshine, basking in its warmth, content and pleased with herself.
Yet here I am, trapped within the days of 2012, the hours, the minutes, the very seconds that keep me here, struggling on, still going through tribulations that I know I will have to solve. Nothing is easy, nothing is simple. Admittedly, I’m jealous of her in the past and I envy her in the future. The innocence and the success.
But there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.