Oh. The things we do. 
Because we feel bad. 

The guilt. 
For earning more. 

For owning more. 

For being loved more. 

For feeling more. 
Why me? 

Why not her? 
In feeling so bad, we compromise our own happiness. 

Sabotage our own delights. 
Because we don’t deserve them if she can’t have them. 

So let us not shine. 
For we feel so bad. 
When you put it like that. 

You really realise, what a mockery you make of all the delights the universe has given to you. 
So I choose. 


To shine.