The emotion you are resisting – jealousy – might be the compass you’ve always been ignoring.
Jealousy rarely enters the room with a loud bang. It arrives quietly, trailing behind someone else’s success story or sitting beside you during a conversation you didn’t expect to be triggered by. It might show up in the pause after a meeting, when someone else’s idea receives the recognition you hoped for. You nod, you clap, you even mean it — but something inside pulls slightly away, like a tide retreating. Or in the silence after someone else’s win, when your own contentment suddenly asks, “Are we still good?”
Often, it’s more like a shift in the air. A small internal collapse you try to rationalise away. Something flickers and dims behind your smile – but you keep smiling, anyway.
We rarely name it—not because we are ashamed, but because we have been taught that to admit feeling jealous is to admit inferiority. To feel it is to be exposed as less evolved, less grounded, less smart, less “good,” and yes, even a crime!
But what if that is not true?
What if jealousy is less about lacking something — and more about ignoring something?
Jealousy is a longing that has festered. That has grown tired of waiting.
It is a dream buried alive. What you now call jealousy may have begun as a possibility. A dream tugging you towards a beautiful version of you — yet unlived, but not untrue.
When we brush aside that possibility as impossible, when we defer the dream, when we say “that’s not possible,” just because we were not ready then, it turns into longing. It may be creativity, freedom, abundance, a great relationship… the longing to be seen for something more than what we routinely deliver, fix, or prove. If we don’t tend to it when it is soft, when it calls to us gently, it doesn’t go away. It waits. And over time, that waiting turns sour. It curdles. And then it hardens. And it still waits. until one day, someone else’s joy accidentally presses against it, and it erupts as jealousy.
We rarely realise that what we’re calling jealousy now may have begun as something far more sacred — an unlived possibility that we didn’t yet know how to hold.
Jealousy is what longing becomes when we stop listening to ourselves.
You Are Not Jealous — You Are Just Out of Rhythm
There is a difference between being content and being disconnected. Sometimes, the peace you’re clinging to is just well-practiced avoidance- dressed up as calm. (You know… the “I’m fine” kind of calm.)
We tend to treat jealousy as something we should outgrow. We mask it with gratitude, shame it with spiritual quotes (the kind we’ve posted but never really felt or practiced), or compress it into silence until we can no longer tell whether we’re calm or simply numb.
But jealousy, if held gently, has something to say. It does not use the language of insults or threats. It speaks in a language of longing. In the quiet knowledge that someone else’s moment has awakened something in us — not because we want their life, but because we have quietly forgotten our own.
You don’t spiral because someone else is thriving. You spiral because something about their clarity and their ultimate achievement unsettles your confusion.
Their freedom calls out a version of you that is still waiting at the door.
Jealousy fades when alignment returns.
It Is Never About Them — But Always About You
The trigger isn’t a threat. It is a reflection. Sometimes the person who stirs you most is not your rival. They are your reminder — of the life you paused, the self you postponed, the dream you whispered “not now” to. They are simply a living version of you that you never gave permission to emerge.
It’s not really about the person. It rarely is. The person is just the spark. Let’s be honest, the flame was already there — burning beneath the surface in you, despite you trying to keep the surface flawless.
Jealousy reveals what you quietly care about. The parts of yourself you haven’t given permission to grow. The dreams you have outgrown not because they became untrue, but because you convinced yourself they were inconvenient. Therefore, scrolling through someone else’s profile on Instagram or Facebook becomes less about envy and more about grief.
It echoes as a loss in yourself. And even as a death in yourself, still pushing till its last breath for a resurrection—because something still wants to live through you.
What you are envying and admiring in others is a part of you, that you have abandoned and suppressed. The people we envy are simply showing us what is still possible. Their life isn’t threatening. It is reflective.
And the ache we feel is not about them moving forward but about us standing still and stuck in a space, in the past, not expanding and not growing.
It’s not about their success — it’s about your permission to self.
No Action Required — Only Attention
You don’t need to leap forward. Just stop running from where you are. Be here. Now. The ache doesn’t always need a plan. Sometimes it just needs presence. Yours.
You don’t need to fix your life the moment jealousy appears. You don’t need to make drastic changes or turn every feeling into a five-step plan or a ten-step strategy. Often, the most radical thing you can do is simply listen. Sit beside the emotion without running from it. Ask it — not accusingly, but curiously, like you would ask a friend—“Hey… what are you trying to tell me here? Or show me?”
It might not give you words, but it will give you a direction. Maybe a visual or a subtle tug. A reminder of what matters to you even when you have stopped saying it aloud.
Not every emotion wants to be resolved — some just want to be acknowledeged.
The Emotion You Hide Becomes Your North Star
What you suppress doesn’t disappear — it redirects. And sometimes the redirection leads you right back to the part of you that still believes.
And when you do acknowledge it, something shifts, the grip loosens. Jealousy is sharpest when it’s silent. When brought into the light, it becomes soft and trusting. It turns from enemy to indicator. Not of what you lack — but of what you’re ready to remember.
Because sometimes, jealousy isn’t pointing to what you don’t have, instead it is pointing to something you have postponed.
And it’s not saying, “Be more like them.” It is saying, “Come home to yourself.”
Your envy doesn’t always ask for action. Sometimes it asks for honesty, acknowledgement and, yes, love.
You Don’t Need to Be Enlightened. You Just Need to Be Real.
Before you offer insight, offer yourself understanding. Offer yourself self-compassion. You can be both wise and wounded or awake and aching.
Most of all, don’t rush to be wise about it. Let your first response be human, not heroic- and let’s face it, even heroes are humans. ‘Growth’ is not about skipping the ache. It is about sitting beside it — without pretending you are above it. (You are not. None of us are. And that’s what makes it beautiful.)
You are allowed to feel the ache before the insight. You’re allowed to say, “That stung,” before you say, “That showed me something.”
If anything, jealousy is just one of the ways life checks in with you. It doesn’t always feel noble or even enlightened, but it is always honest. And that raw honesty, if handled with care, can silently become alchemy.
Jealousy isn’t a sign that you have failed. It is a signal that you still care about the most important person ever — You.
Let the Ache Lead You Back
You don’t have to turn the ache you feel into answers. Sometimes, just turning towards the ache is enough to begin again.
So, when what you label as jealousy asks for your attention, give it. Do not judge yourself and the discomfort the feeling brings because jealousy, as you can see, has a soft underbelly.
It arises not to make you spiral or shrink, but for you to remember –
Remember the version of you that still longs.
Remember the dream you paused, not because it was not real — but because you were not ready.
Remember that emotions not only show us what is wrong — they often remind us of what is still alive.
That’s the ache of what you postponed — the self you folded like winter clothes. And they waited.
What if the ache is not there to hurt you? What if it is there to lead you back to what truly matters?
Yes, we do call it jealousy, but guess what? It’s not. So, what is it?
Jealousy is not a flaw, it is a flare showing you the way home.
It’s your soul tapping on your shoulder and calling out, “Hey… remember me?” Yes, that is its true label — remembering. That is a forgotten part of you calling out for your attention.
Remember who you are. Come back…back to yourself.
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Anuja P
I write for the ones who sit with silence—for those who listen to the space between words and sense there is something sacred there. What you will find here are not articles in the usual sense, but slow pauses and soft landings—letters to the part of you that still remembers what matters beneath the noise. The writing moves through the quiet layers of being—touching daily life, and also often, it drifts gently into the spiritual—those soft, unseen spaces where words falter and something deeper begins to speak. It does not offer answers. It keeps company with what is already stirring in you.
Life does not ask for perfection—only presence. To feel what comes, and still remain an open sky. That’s the path I walk. That’s the space this writing hopes to hold. I am drawn to the quiet crossroads where mythology, psychology, and technology meet—where ancient stories echo through modern lives, and the human mind continues its search for meaning, connection, and stillness in an ever-humming world. So come as you are. Stay as long as you need. The kettle’s on. The stillness is warm.
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