I guess what I'm trying to say is where's my luck? I seem to have lost it somewhere. Eh, to be perfectly honest, that's what I'm jealous of.

I went to my church this past Sunday and the Pastor talked about some of us carrying boulders and pebbles, much like the Grecian myth of Sisyphus and his being doomed to an eternity of rolling a huge boulder up a mountain every day, only to have it roll back down to the foot of the mountian right before it reaches the top. The boulders and pebbles we carry are a metaphor for the grudges, jealousy and hatred we harbor within us each day, and once we liberate ourselves from carrying them around, unlike poor Sisyphus who can't, we feel lighter, freer, and liberated. We are no longer chained to those feelings, and we can finally move on with our lives.

I am working on liberating myself from all my stones and pebbles so that I won't ever suffer the same fate of Sisyphus.