We can be anything we want to be!
...provided the conditioning forced on us by parents, teachers, friends, relatives, TV and the media in general, society, culture/s, our feelings of guilt or shame or pride or anxiety or fear or stubborness, our own unique and flawed sense of right and wrong, our so-called responsibilites and obligations to individuals and customs to just about everyone we know or care about, stupidity, love, hate, lack of experience or sense, ignorance, laziness and sheer bad (or for that matter, good) luck don't narrow things down, just a little bit. Oh yeah, being born in a 3rd world country significantly lowers your job opportunities, I should wonder.
Actually, much of it is luck. We don't shape the world around us, at least at first, the time when we ourselves are being shaped. Mr. Universe, or Jesus or the Magic Pumpkin or whoever just arbitrarily decides who's womb we end up in, thoughtlessly ignoring our genetics or our future capabilities to give everyone a fair chance. We are born unto indifference. Empty canvases ready to be filled with higher learning, sure, but between genetics and the aforementioned conditioning we go through until even well after puberty, there's not much choice we really get.
All that said though, I'm pretty thankful to the Great Pumpkin for my situation. Sure, there are a few things I wouldn't mind retroactively changing in my history, but for the most part, I'm happy. That won't stop be from complaining about things though.
Moral of the story: Complaining is a very fun pastime.
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