CoffeeI envy people that can feel warm sunlight on their face on a cold winter day, and not suffer a crippling existential crisis because their nerve endings are presently being tickled by a minuscule fraction of infrared radiation from the one two thousandth of a percent of energy from the massive angry fucking ball of nuclear fusion that made it to this tiny rock across a hundred and a half million kilometres of absolutely nothing, and a hundred kilometres more of atmosphere, and because that's somehow a situation that our tiny primitive minds evolved to see as "nice" and "normal".
MaschaI envy people that don't put themselves in the perspective against the entire fucking universe only to realise that all of their problems are contained within a single atom in an ocean encompassing the things we as a species might one day know, and that that ocean itself is even less when compared to things we'll never learn.