Comparisons

Sometimes when I compare I begin to despair. I see someone who looks like they have life figured out and I feel a little envious, maybe a lot envious. What I'm failing to see at that moment is that I'm doing ok, my life is good and I have many blessings that I can count. I have friends, a good relationship with my sweetheart and, last but not least I have peace of mind.

On the subject of comparisons, I was thinking recently about what a fresh slice of pizza tastes like to someone who has been in prison for more than a year and has had to eat nasty food during their bid. To me what would be a normal, kind of boring experience of ordering and eating a pizza slice would be a heavenly, exhilarating feeling for the person who has been deprived of that pleasure for a long stretch. These last few sentences are (pardon the pun) just food for thought!