The sin of envy

I am really jealous of the people born in USA, especially in California. Everywhere I go, I bump into problems because I am not a citizen. Every problem I encounter, I dream of the day when I don’t have to deal with them anymore.

I thought my life got significantly better when I moved to Vancouver because of its fairer weather and longer summer. However, “it’s always sunny in California” is not just a slogan to lure people here. The advantages that people get in this state, is almost unimaginable when compared to where I’ve been in my life. I am jealous because I can only imagine what It’d have been like, if I was allowed to grow up here and built my career up one step at a time.

More jobs in my field, would me that I wouldn’t have to go through that period of self doubt where I questioned the time I put into the 4 years of gruesome engineering.

Longer summers, actually perpetual summer, would mean that I have a full year to train for marathons as well as working on my side project instead of suffering through the depressions that a winter of snow shoveling will give you.

The extreme quality of service everywhere, will give me an earlier notion of independence and assertiveness, instead of the constant self doubt that I encountered when French speaking Quebecers ignore me as a customer because I can’t speak French.

The worship greed and money, would make my own dedication to greed and money that much easier, instead of the stigmatism I felt whenever I talk about money and the pretense I had to put up to make people believe that I am interested in some kind of art in order to fit in.

But then, I wouldn’t be me and I wouldn’t be able to appreciate all these wonderful things. It’d be like that guy whose, first girlfriend in life is a hot 10/10. He is forever ruined because every girlfriend afterward is just a downgrade.