I didn’t used to understand why jealous was shortened to ‘jelly’ other than it took less articulation to say. Now that I’ve had time to think about it, jelly wiggles all over the place even when it hasn’t been broken up and stirred whenever there’s a big movement (or not so big movement.) When we see something we want that someone else has, we wiggle around in discomfort (even if only in our minds) because we want it too.
When jealous, we are just like jelly except the emotion isn’t quite as good when we swallow it as the food is.
This little poem and thought was inspired by the quote from this week’s Light and Shade Challenge.
Jealousy is all the fun you think they had.–Erica Jong
Jealousy is such a horrid emotion to be blighted with x
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Aye, it is.
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I like it. Well done!
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(*Smiles*)
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This is a wonderful and wise poem. The accumulation of “things” in this life is temporary and provides no comfort to us on the day of our passing. Instead, if sufficient in quantity, typically cause nothing but strife in the lives of those that remain. It really is best to be satisfied with all that we have and be thankful for it.
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(*smiles*)
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Yes – and in addition to who you surround yourself with in times of need, the precious jewel is that some are always there for you, whether in time of need or smooth sailing. I like your poem and reflections.
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Thank you for taking the time to comment!
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