Cool for the summer
Having one of those moments where I want to wish someone well, but hoping they know it without me having to say it.
Part of me is envious. But you know when someone worked hard for something. It’s not my path; it’s theirs.
And somehow reaching out, I feel, would suck me back in. At least on the periphery.
I’ll always be rooting for them. And I expect the same in return. The universe hears prayers. Sometimes I feel like the prayers of others for you are louder, just like I feel like my good wishes for others seem to come to fruition sooner.
At least I hope that’s the case. If so, we should all lift each other up a whole lot more.