There are two states in life. Either a person is happy with the grass in their yard, or the grass is greener in the neighbor’s yard. At the moment, I have a large tree in my back yard, all cut up into pieces. It’s pretty much going to be impossible to do anything back there until it is removed. I don’t really care about my neighbor’s grass, but it would be nice if I could enjoy the grass that I have. However, I do like my grass, even though I can’t see it currently and I have moles and dandelions. I like it because it’s MY GRASS.
I feel fairly content with my life, but what makes life hard sometimes is when people around me are discontent. Then I look at what I have and think, is something wrong with me? Shouldn’t I feel miserable like that person?