Hello.
This is just a personal grumble post, so if you're uncomfortable, please press the back button!
I have a best friend whom I met in middle school.
I don't know if my friend thinks the same way, but anyway, that's what I think.
My friend is doing well.
His father has held a position in the community for a long time,
and his family was originally wealthy.
Despite that, my friend didn't show it off
and lived a good life helping people.
His father retired not long ago, and he and his siblings are settling down and living well.
Recently, he must have been living with the joy of seeing his grandchildren.
But today I suddenly received a call.
He had passed away...
I received the news and informed friends,
and sent a sympathy floral arrangement in the school's name.
(I think sympathy floral arrangements at funerals are a real waste of money... but since he runs a business, it seemed necessary.)
But then...
After organizing these simple but necessary matters,
I suddenly had this thought.
'All that wealth now goes to him... I'm envious.'
My father passed away when I was young, and he left without a penny...
I guess I unconsciously felt envious.
I hate myself for thinking like this.
I went to the company bathroom and secretly had a good cry.
I'll blow away these petty feelings with this post,
take the afternoon off, and go comfort my friend.
Oh, and I need to treat my mother better while she's still alive.
