I wasn't brought up with the perception that the neighbor's grass is always greener, but traveling through life can lead you away from your real goals and makes you forget who you are or where you're headed, every so often.
My mother taught me that there is wisdom in silence. When you're able to count to ten or sometimes a hundred, until it goes away or the anger subsides and the vengeful feeling somehow leaves you.
I keep asking myself, whether we're aware of our own power or the courage buried deep inside of us, and the inclination to sacrifice, which keeps weighting us down our entire lives. I don't think we are.