I've never understood being jealous of someone else's success or happiness as if either were a rationed commodity or a limited-time offer. Simply not true.
The more we have, the more there is to have, as contradictory as that may sound.
Strike a spark, build a blaze and light the world.
bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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