You know what you want when you’re jealous. At least, you know part of what you want. You might (read: probably) need to think deeper about the jealousy, but you at least have a direction that you know you want to move in. That shit is sacred, folks. Would you rather be floating endlessly through life with little to no sense of “ooh, there, I want to go there,” or would you rather have your eye on the thing you want, even though you know you’re not there yet?