I monitored my feelings quite intensely during a dinner today. A girl my age dining with us started telling us about how she’s friends with Kendrick Lamar, how he’s flown her in to shows being her dinner and so on. I expected jealousy, and I didn’t feel it.
I’m stunned by this. Chocked. I really would like for Kendrick to have that kind of feelings towards me, thinking I’d be so interesting he’d want for me to dine with him in his suite. Personally texting me. But I don’t feel jealousy.
I think, and this might be way off, that it has to do with my relationship to other people. Some sort of empathy. I wouldn’t for the world have her lose that experience in order for me to get it instead. I could see in her face that she’d been enjoying it. I wouldn’t want to take it away from her.
What I’m trying to get at is that there are experiences, wealth and chances enough for all of us, if we set ourselves up for them. Luck is created, we know that. I know that I can create mine, and that I’ll get the chances of my lifetime. And I enjoyed hearing about hers.