The coffee cup steamed in the hand of the mother behind me. As we sat watching the humorous interpretation competition at state literary today, I admit I was a tad jealous. I fingered the warming water bottle in front of me. It was water. But it wasn’t a hot, steaming cup of delicious coffee. Wow. Why didn’t I drive so I could have gone by and gotten me such a cup?
Finally, after smelling the coffee for two straight competitors, I finally said something.
“Wow, I’m jealous. I wish I had a cup of coffee like you have this morning,” I said, again taking a sip out of my water just so I felt like I was sipping something.
“Actually, the coffee is terrible today. I can’t even drink it,” she said.
“Are you kidding?” I said. “I was actually jealous.”
“It isn’t worth it. It is completely undrinkable.” she said.
We had the same thought as our eyes met and we both smiled. We went on to talk about how much that steaming cup of coffee is like life.
All that steams is not delicious.
In fact, some things that steam are repugnant.
Sometimes the most tempting things are those we THINK someone else has.
Their marriage. Their car. Their beach house. Their family.
Perhaps we should just enjoy what we have and stop wishing for what we think others have.