Envy is the hardest part of being an almost grown up, at least for me. Being on a college campus you see all of these beautiful girls with their hair and make-up and scholastics together, and you meet all of these people who are already successful in their future fields and they just got here and you wonder, what am I doing here, standing still?
I mean, take for instance, a girl I went to high school with. She is now actively pursuing her dream of being a recording artist, and it is going extremely well. But, somehow, I can’t help but wonder why, after all this time, I’m not published. I can’t help but be a bit jealous that, even though she was a year behind and just left high school, she’s closer to her goal than I am.
So what can I do about it? I could try to be published, yes, but I don’t think my writing is at the level that I would want it to be at when my work is published. I don’t know. I think I will just have to learn to live with it.