Why are you the way that you are?

Romance books sometimes inexplicably make me cry. I used to struggle quite a lot with envying others and what they had. I wished I had all of the good and none of the bad that I could not see. But everyone's life is hard in its own way, and those who have even more misfortune than me are content and happy with what they have and who they are.

Recently, one of my friends whose life I had envied for a long time, posted that her dog had been lost for over 2 weeks. I knew instantly that all of those moments I had felt life so unfair to me, that she would have so many of the things I wanted but didn't have were illusory.

The title of this post is an important question to ask myself once in a while because nothing about myself is set, each moment, I can begin anew.