He and his younger brother were always getting caught up in the business of comparing one another.
It was an ongoing ritual between them while they were growing up. Now, spending time together, he could explain how ridiculous all those silly arguments were.
He sighed heavily and said, “Me being successful didn’t mean that you were a loser. Me being a man of the moment didn’t mean that you were a wallflower. Me being positive didn’t mean that you were negative. Me being healthy didn’t mean that you were sick. Me being clever didn’t mean that you were stupid. Me being good-looking didn’t mean that you were ugly. Me being cashed-up didn’t mean that you were penniless. Me being strong didn’t mean that you were weak. Me being admired didn’t mean that you were despised.”
He paused to look around at the place. He laid his hand gently on the cold marble.
“However, it is true to say that me being a careful driver did make you a careless one.”