Yearning for another life, when you have grown tired of this plane you exist on.
Your tired, weary, depressed, quite dreary.
Honestly, I wouldn't blame you one bit.
Our lives aren't always perfect.
We can't always be the slimmest, we can't always be the richest, and certainly we can't always be the luckiest.
However, sometimes people get those things, and they are lucky to have such gifts in life.
Then, we envy them, and our envy helps us not.
This cycle will repeat, over and over, where we envy each-others gifts and abilities.
What's the point, what's the point?
All over the world, our lives sometimes erupt in calamity.
Tears streak down our faces when consumed by dark thoughts, we wonder why we exist.
Such questions cannot be answered, and some answers don't exist.
However, we have what we have, and sometimes that is all that matters.
Don't give yourself grief over what you don't have, it will make you surreal.
Our lives are ours, and though what we want is large.
We must strive to gain what may be ours in the future.
So don't envy, just smile, give each-other a gift.
Share your wealth, and share your experience, for both are equal in weight.
Though, sometimes it may feel like a hammer, and your experience has caused you to suffer.
Please do no harm, a hammer has two uses, one is for destruction, and the other creation.
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