"If only I was more like her..." / "Look at her, she's beautiful." / "What can't I have what she has?" / "She's the perfect one in the family."
Envy is destructive.
The more I try to mold myself to be more like someone else, the more I lose myself and despise the person I think I want to be. When in the long run I was happiest when I loved me, for me.
Psalm 139:14
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex (and individually unique)! Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
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