Some people are simply built for this life.

It’s fascinating how some people seem to glide through life effortlessly—succeeding at everything, easily making and keeping friends, naturally assertive, likable, and sometimes even attractive. They carry themselves with a confidence that says they know they belong.

Then there are others who are weighed down by shame and mental anguish, where even getting out of bed feels like an enormous achievement. Every breath and every step seem so much harder compared to everyone else.

I know that from a distance, some people might see glimpses of me and assume I belong in the first group. But honestly, I feel like I’m describing myself in the second.

So, what’s the reality? Does it even matter? Or is this need to categorize people just trapping me in bitterness and stagnation?

What do you think?