Hello Element: When I was much younger, I had more of a tendency to experience envy or even jealousy over what other people had or what they did, or their life styles. But it seems that as I've grown older, I've become more satisfied with who I am. Maybe the key is to slow down long enough to realize that you have accomplishments of your own to consider.
Not one in particular but I envy how the artist feels after completing a masterpiece work of art -regardless wheather it is painting, sculpture or music...
This post was edited by Kittigate at July 1, 2020 4:10 AM MDT
A great emptiness, oftentimes, I reckon. I'm far from being an artist (never mind creating a masterpiece), but that's how I've felt when putting an end to something that had long been a part of me, every second of which I enjoyed, no matter how preoccupying or puzzling.
Then it might also be true that there never really is an "end," a point of completion; but once you've even for a second thought that there was, it changes everything. The work had been alive to you, growing in you, breathing with you, for months if not years, and suddenly it's just that: a piece of work.
I envy writers who've run the gauntlet and succeeded in getting published, and have then one critical acclaim and a wide readership.
99.9% of them deserve every bit of their success.
I fear constantly that I won't make it, but I also know that if I don't make the efforts and persist despite the knockbacks I'll have no chance at all.