Something caused me to remember this fable the other day. First, a summary of the story. Every evening at sunset, a poor farm boy admired a house on a ridge across from his farm. This house had brilliant golden windows that shone like diamonds! He thought it was beautiful and wondered who lived there. One day he got the chance to take a long walk and go see the house for himself. When he arrived, his heart fell as he discovered it had plain glass windows. He met the farmers who lived there and played with their daughter, and before he went home (as the sun was setting) she showed him a marvelous sight: a house on a ridge opposite hers that had golden windows!
Of course, the house was none other than his own. He learned a great lesson in perspective and the reality that "the grass isn't always greener on the other side."
It's all a matter of perspective.
I've hiked across this gorge before and, looking back, spotted our house, nestled among trees against a backdrop of beautiful mountains. It would be just as easy for someone on the other side to think of our home as "the house with the golden windows" as it could have been for me to think that of this house nestled all cozy in the trees.
Be thankful for what you have. The people or things you may be tempted to envy are not always what they seem. The majority of us are blessed with SO much to be thankful for, but modern culture twists our perspective and tries to tell us there's something (or many things) better out there than what we have. Don't fall for it. Life is too short to be wasted grasping at illusions that we think would make us happy.