Clay

I get reactively pissed off whenever I find out someone is rich or has/had it easy when it comes to financial situations.
It's like for a immeasurable moment,
I hate them.
It's not like I wish I had it like them.
I just wish they didn't have it.
That's wrong.
I know.
I just figure I should be honest and open with my imperfections instead of trying to be a martyr or creative or funny or egotistical.
Plus, I need to stand back sometimes and look at this lop-sided and far-from-perfect life slouching on the wheel.

Batter, bruise, and mold the clay I call my spirit a little more...

shalom.