Jealousy is a disease. ‘Tis brought upon a loss of appreciation for the self. A lonely attitude manifested through actions determined to distance from relationships guarded by trust, enabled through the lack of empathy toward the unknown, or worse still, a complicit ignorance, tamed by none but the bondservant to its guile.
It infects the careless by proximity and often lies benign until paired with its constituent bacterium, Doubt. Often resistant to treatment through love, with resiliency brought by the unqualified assumption of scorn, leading to an abundance of the same, no longer merely a perception.
Repugnant akin to syphilis, unwittingly causing irreversible destruction to the cerebellum until its ultimate triumph over the carrier’s humanity. A sad, yet justifiable death thus beheld by those who are endemic to the cure.
Be wary of the Jealous, as the uneducated are to the Leper, but with cause. Their words habitually long for integrity, all the while forgoing its definition. Dissatisfaction follows its acquaintance, and time spent malcontented cannot be reclaimed. We’ve better consort with whom to ally.
