I find myself at a point when I'm asking why I am who I am.
Why was I born at this place and not in that? Things would perhaps work out a little better if I had come into this world at a latitude higher up on the other side of the world. But I didn't. And I'm here.
Why was I born at this time and not that? Perhaps I came in a decade too early. Things might work out better if I had been born in 1979 instead of 1969. But I didn't. And I'm here.
Why did I make this decision and not that? Perhaps if I had gone on with my Master's degree, I'd be a little more qualified to work in that place or gone for further studies in that place. But I didn't. And I'm here.
All senseless questions, because really, there's no choosing when and where we're born, and there's no turning back time. It's just...that.
I'm here. And that's what I have to run with.
And that's that.