Bad feels

[overlord_mordax]

Grappling with the reality that my lack of success is entirely a function of where, when, and to whom I was born.

There is no alternate universe me who's living the dream, because there was no springboard for me to start from. There's no left turn to take. No amount of "doing things differently" would have changed my level of success without outside, external future knowledge.

It's not that I've done something wrong, it's that I had no opportunities to do anything right, and was sabotaged at every turn.

You'd think this might be comforting, but actually it's possibly the most frustrating reality I've ever had to deal with.

There was never any off-ramp.