Some of my envy comes in the area physical characteristics in others. For example I catch myself thinking if, only I was tall or handsome like him, or smart as him, or with his/her personality.
But my most common target of envy is the artistic ability of others.
We are having a huge art festival on our island this week. I walked through town last night and looked at the work. It literally took my breath away. Colors, textures and media were put together in ways that would never have thought of, but the right combination was like two notes in harmony. It resonated with something within me, and I'm sure within all humans who gaze upon them with open eyes.
When I see the visual arts (and not the junk art, crap in a can etc) I am moved in the same way as beautiful music. Something screaming that God is there because something inside these people, the artists, is ringing in harmony with that God and I can see it, while I can't see Him directly.
Pythagoras has observed the unity between mathematics and music. He gave that unity as evidence of a higher realm. I think there is the same unity with the visual arts. A type of harmony of colors and textures to speaks to our natural selves.
I envy those with talents in other art forms as well. I wish I had the voice of some of the great singers so I could cry out in a beautiful vocal what I feel in my heart.
I also envy those great writers who can take threads of words and weave them in a way that reaches the part of the reader that no other form could reach. Something so visceral that we walk away from that novel speechless. Oh, what a gift to have!
There is something amiss in the our present socio-economical hierarchies. I think in the new earth, the artists will live in the big houses on the hills. The Donald Trumps will clean their gutters. But there at the top of our ladder would be the painters, sculptors, singers, photographers, dancers and writers. Sure a few of them reach the top here in this earth but far many more great talents are "starving artisans" who come to these street fairs hoping to make enough money to pay their gas home. What a shame. If I were wealthy I would have bought everything I saw . . . and paid them ten times the asking price.
I ask God, if it fits into his big scheme of things, that in my new body I will be such endowed. My voice will sing out like an angels or I will be able to weave colors or words in a way to express what we all feel inside. But again, maybe in the new earth and the new heaven . . .we will all be artisans. One can only dream.