Nobody’s going to do your life for you.
You have to do it yourself,
whether you’re rich or poor,
out of money or raking it in,
the beneficiary of ridiculous fortune or terrible injustice.
And you have to do it no matter what is true.
No matter what is hard.
No matter what unjust, sad, sucky things have befallen you.
Self pity is a dead-end road.
You make the choice to drive down it.
It’s up to you to decide to stay parked there or to turn around and drive out.
LIFE ITSELF IS A PRIVILEGE.
BUT TO LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST, WELL THAT IS A CHOICE. (Not my words).