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?”
Have you ever lived in the mountains?
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I do not enjoy living in the mountains. When I was a kid we would spend summer there for a week because it’s cool but I don’t enjoy because the weather dries.up.my skin.