Some days I can't help but scratch my head and wonder what color the sky is in the worlds where so many people live. I just know it isn't the same blue (or grey in the midwest) as the one where I live.
I guess it boils down to this: It takes a lot of hard work to live in the manner in which we become accustomed. Paying bills, maintaining friendships, surviving relationships, being employed, staying healthy, forgiving...none of these things just 'happen.'
Success takes some doing. You can't sit back and expect it. It makes me want to thump people in the forehead when I see them surprised by failure.