Pretty much sums up the days I've been having wondering how life can be very different for some people. Is it envy? Well I can't lie that the green-eyed monster does show up at times, but I've always been taught not to let it control me or dictate my actions.
Or so I thought until the past few days.
It's tough being a working student, sometimes I wonder if it's worth it when the world throws a curve ball at you.
*picture is originally from http://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/mar/18/wilderness-sarah-hall-short-story
02/11/2014 (Tuesday)- Walking the Rails
I was on the other side of the tracks looking for the meaning of life, through amber bottled lenses, seeing the colors of God’s green earth in a whole new light.
And I wondered about the disparity between the green grass, and their yellow brothers: thirsty, hungry, dying in the sun.
Train tracks being the only separation: one side healthy, the other not so much. I empty the bottle filled with introspection, tossing its empty glass body to join the others on the yellow-side of the tracks. Them poor yellow things.
I found myself smiling.
The green grass smiled back.