Life in the mountains

If we lived on the tops of the mountains, we would all become poets. Or philosophers.

Who would then bake bread and offer us clothes?

And when the night comes or a lightning storm falls, we would dream of a cozy hut in the valley.

There you can hear firewood in the fireplace, the room smells of cake and in your hands –  a book.

But never envy those who chose to live differently than you. 

Envy is the art of counting other people’s goods instead of your own. 

Better ask yourself: “Why do I need something from what everyone wants?”