God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
Do you have a favorite song? Did you love it from the first moment, or did it grow on you?
Do you have a favorite hobby? How did you find it? Was it passed down to you from a parent or seem to appear from nowhere?
Have you ever doodled, maybe even just randomly while chatting on the phone? What did you draw? Did you wonder why?
Have you ever pondered what makes your preferences your preferences?
When confronted with your obvious limitations have you ever said, “F*ck off!”?
When you hear again and again, apparently sold with all the best of intentions the same menu: You can’t control the weather; You can’t fight the government; You can’t be David against Goliath; You can’t conquer the dragons; You can’t rise above your lot . . . Have you ever said, “Excuse me, why the bloody hell not?!”
Some are most certainly doing it, so why not me?
You can call that a sense of entitlement if you want. I call it something else entirely.