Yesterday my sweetie saw a moose in the backyard, next to our little fishpond. He said it looked majestic, that it looked large, and made our yard suddenly look small. Then the visiting moose sauntered into the woods.
I wasn't home. My first response was jealousy. Wanh! I want to see a moose. I want to see a moose in my own backyard.
Feel the distress of not getting what you want.
An alternative emotion is to feel happiness for my sweetie's good fortune at seeing the moose. I simply was not in the right place at the right time. Why be envious of his good luck? Sometimes, I have my own good luck.
May your good fortune continue, my dear.
And dear reader, my your good fortune continue--whether it is small as a mouse or big as a moose.
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