Sometimes I forget that I asked for these responsibilities. Sometimes I’m almost ungrateful to have so many gifts and so many doors before me. Sometimes I’m so short-sighted, so foolhardy that I ache for fewer paths, fewer talents, a simpler life. Then it hits me. That no one else could bear this, could hold this world up atop a bold shortcut with hands on hips and kill this catwalk life. That I couldn’t have asked for these trails, my obstacles, because they were promised to me. Struggle is my birthright and success is my inheritance. Then I revel in my foresight and chuckle at my naivety.