I’ve been thinking of what that person said to me last week. That my life is full of trouble, even if it’s not my fault.
Why is my life so? He was right, partially any way. I’ve had some rough times in my life. Seemingly more than many many people. Why?

I know I’m not the only one. 
People like me are so common that they’ve been in stories for centuries. 

Am I unlucky? Is there a reason? Is it part of the duality of balance in our universe? For those who have been so fortunate is there another that must shoulder their burden of woe?

Should I be ashamed to be one of those thus chosen?

Is it possible to be something other than what balance requires of me?