Where there is one, there is a ton

Why couldn’t it have been me?

We have all asked that question before. It’s the broken record that envy keeps spinning inside our heads.

Because apparently, the conditions of our happiness have not been met. We are seeing the difference between life as it is, and how much better it could be. And we’re simply not having it.

But the problem with envy, contrary to our puritanical origins, is not that it’s one of the seven deadly sins. It’s not that we’re being evil and selfish. And it’s not that we’re trying smear shit on other people’s joy.

The problem with envy is that it turns the insides of our heart into a rocky place where the seeds of gratitude can find no purchase.

It’s the opposite of presence and prosperity.

How can we appreciate our own abundance if we’re obsessing over somebody who seems to be getting what is rightfully ours?

How can we experience joy in if we resent those who are attaining what we’re too frightened to reach for?

Why couldn’t it have been me?

The broken record plays on. Smothered by our desire for a different past, and blinded by our yearning for a better future, reality gets the short end of the stick.

Our job, then, is to nip envy in the bud by reframing our thoughts of bitterness and scarcity and gratitude and prosperity.

Here are some mantras from my own personal collection.

The pie is infinite.
Where there is one, there is a ton.
The fact that this happened at all means that it’s possible.

Ultimately, if someone’s accomplishments surface a part of ourselves that wants to take form, then that is a precious gift.

LET ME ASK YA THIS…
What if, where others were upset, envious, possessive and greedy, you were grateful, calm, present and clearheaded?