I think life is all about fortuities. Others may seem to be doing great things, you could have been them, it was random, and them could've been you. For some reason your soul happened to enter the current body you own and that's why you're who you are now. As an example, I hate myself, I hate being me, my life sucks, I stutter badly and I just want to be anybody else but me but I know I can't change that, it can't be helped, and I'm too scared of death to consider suicide. but I look at the bright side, somebody else could've been me, it was random, for some reason I'm this person born in these circumstances, sadly I hope, when I die, my soul will pick a more decent life to live. I guess I'll have to wait