Embrace your path.

I have always felt a quiet sorry for those who have the same thing I do, yet cradle it as though it were below par. They look across the fence and mistake another's field for greener earth, believing my portion is better than their own. They do not see that we drink from the same river, only with different hands. And so they hunger, not because they have too little, but because they cannot recognize the abundance already resting within their grasp.