A short one on envy.
Oscar Wilde wrote that most people know how to identify with, and feel empathy for, a friend's suffering — and that very few people know how to identify with, and feel empathy for, a friend's success.
And if he were alive today and connected to any of the usual platforms, he would see that we have replaced genuine generosity towards other people with post after post of generosity towards ourselves.
So do me a favour and take this in: constant self-promotion only weakens you in other people's eyes. Considerably.
And pass it on to your children. Provisions for life.
But the envy half deserves more than a scolding, because telling somebody not to feel envy has never once worked.
Envy is not a moral failure. It is a measurement instrument that has been pointed at the wrong thing. It reports, accurately, that somebody has something you want. The error is in the second step, where you convert that reading into a statement about your own standing — as though there were a fixed quantity of the good thing and their share had come out of yours.
That conversion is what turns envy into resentment, and resentment is the genuinely dangerous state, because it is stable. Envy passes when circumstances change. Resentment does not; it becomes a lens, and it will find fresh material indefinitely.
So let us summarise.
People will occasionally overtake you on the track. That is the way of the world.
Take care not to become embittered by it. That is a terrible position to live from.