Is jealousy always a bad thing? Is it really like the green monster people often describe it as? I used to think so, but I also used to strictly think just as my elders taught me.
I used to be jealous. Mad with jealousy of a certain green-eyed girl. She made the world around him sing, she cast colors into his shadows. She brightened his day, while I burdened him. She made him smile, while I could only watch. I used to sit awake screaming at myself silently, I swore I would never understand how she could possess something I had only dreamed of.
I guess that jealousy changed me. I grew. I observed the things around me, instead of shutting them out like before. I became humble and tried to understand those weaker than me. I gave up my useless dreams for a man who didn't love me, and in return, found a new love, made just for me.
Suppose I had taken the other road. Suppose I put all my brainpower into tearing them apart. Suppose I killed myself slowly whilst watching the man I used to love suffer from his loss. Then I guess jealousy would have been a bad thing.