One of the reasons I've, generally, admired people who have true spiritual faith is a selfish one:
When I say something stupid that upsets someone I care for, I carry that burden with me for days or weeks. (Sometimes, for a lifetime.) During times I'm anxious about upcoming events I'm moody, and irritable to even those people I love. Sometimes I'm so obsessed with trivial aspects of the past that I forget about the present and the future, ruminating instead on the "I shoulda" and "If I woulda" 's of life.
Self-reflection is sometimes so exaggerated in my thought process that I struggle through the day-to-day aspects of life. Most people don't notice, but it's always there.
People I've met who have true, devout faith, don't seem to live that way. They live more in the moment, and have some higher power (a deity, or a philosophy) upon which they can lay their troubles and their challenges and move on.
It's that which I envy most.
This blog post is a good example of what I mean. Someone wished me a happy birthday this morning, and I made a wise crack about how, by 33, Jesus had accomplished so much. And while today I'm ten years older than he was when he died, I've accomplished little in comparison.
The joke went flat, of course. But the question remains:
What is it, really?
Tell me how it applies to your life.
Maybe I'll learn something.