I’m jeaous of your adventures ποΈ
I honestly didn’t think that much of my trip up to Cole Hill State Forest over the weekend.
But somebody said to me, I am jealous of your adventure.
It really wasn’t that much of an adventure, just a quick, inexpensive overnight out to Cole Hill. I was going out to my parents house on Sunday, so it was only a little out of way, and I figured it would be a nice adventure. Maybe I should cherish the little things in life, but I really don’t because it’s not a particularly noteworthy trip, just a quick night in the hammock, decided mostly while I was at Thacher Park earlier in the day.
Jealousy is something I think about a lot these days. While one shouldn’t covert what others have, it’s hard not to compare yourself to others. It seems like other people always have all the nice toys, go on the nice adventures. Mine are relatively simple, I have that run-down apartment, that old jacked up truck, a mountain bike, and a lot of equipment that is wearing out or is junk. A lot of people have kids and families, go exotic places, see great things. I do relatively simple trips, things often not that far from home. I wish I owned my own land, had acreage, ATVs and other toys. But I don’t.