I envy the wind, because even though it can create messes it always takes away the bad.

    I envy the birds, because when it gets too crazy they can always fly off.
    
    I envy the people who can look in the mirror and see themselves, because they can recognize someone they know.

    I envy the winter, because even if they make our noses red, it is only preparing the world for something great.

    I envy how she got to leave so early, because she wouldn’t recognize the shell of a man that I’ve become.

    Basically I envy everything that isn’t me.