Let age, not envy, draw wrinkles on thy cheeks.

Time will mark you, and that cannot be helped. Envy marks you too, and that part is optional. Comparing your life against other people’s leaves its own wear, a tightness around the eyes and the mouth that has nothing to do with years lived. Growing older is not a thing to be fixed; resenting someone else’s good fortune is, and it costs you more than it costs them.

Notice who you go stiff around, whose news makes your chest tighten. You do not have to feel glad for them on command. But you can stop reading about them, and put the hour into something of your own.