I think the worst part of it all, even after only seeing a small portion of it, is that you realize there is no reason etched in stone for you to succeed.

If others can succumb to the types of fate they've succumbed to, due of factors out of their control, there is no reason to think any God or any type of fate should be looking after you. You are an ant, upon an anthill, that is upon a mountain, that is upon this earth, which floats in a void of neverendingness called the universe.

And I must say, I find that disconcerting. Unlike Jack's little saying, it's not that everyone else has had it so good, it's that you're the one who's had it so good compared to everyone else and the only thing you can think of when that comes to mind is why?

I'm tired of feeling like this.