I often find myself wondering "what if?" while grinding out another shift in my dead end job. I don't think me ending up there has been anyones fault, my family, myself or my environment.
Depression hit me in the last year of secondary school and I didn't recover properly until I was 23. Going from a bright lad who enjoyed going to school and excelling at all types of sports I pretty much fell to bits in the space of 6 months, lost all confidence, self esteem and with that my motivation for anything, I was a shell. Those years would probably have shaped my future a different way to how it's panned out, and I'll never get the chance that most of my peers got at fulfilling their potential unhindered.
I guess it's just how life is though, nothing is ever fair no matter how hard we try to make it so. Someone from my school may go on to be incredibly successful in life and at the age of 50 go through what I experienced and everything fall apart around them, I don't know what I would have preferred. At least I still have the chance to carve something out of the mess with the studying I'm doing now, but I've missed out on the school -> college -> uni ladder that a lot of people see as the main way to success and as failure if you don't (by people I mean employers).
Everybody has luck, just everyone has different levels of the good, the bad and the inconsequential. I try not to get too bitter about people that have quantities of cash that they would never spend in their lifetimes while others cannot afford to house, feed and cloth themselves one week to the next, because with that amount of cash I'd probably keep it all to myself as well, someone has to sit at the top right?