My object of envy is 25, he’s just started working for a BIG company and they’re paying him beyond his wildest dreams. He’s just bought a house, nay, not a house, a shrine, with a girl he met the first day he went to university, 18 years old and naive in the ways of the world and six months later they were dating. Within 24 hours of their first kiss, she decided that he was the man for her and set about making that happen. He’s really smart, creative, he’s still got the imagination and guts to write a couple of books though he’s only every shown anyone his poetry and short stories. He’s compassionate, full of hope, would do anything for a friend (driving 300 miles along Irish roads in the lashing rain because you didn’t enjoy the gig – and he’s come to take you home), generous and so optimistic it makes your eyes hurt. He’s got the world in his hands
Yes, I envy the man I was just under a decade ago.
Worse still, I pity what he will become.