How did I become so fortunate in life?

How did I become so liked?

How did I end up with two girlfriends when most can't even find one?

How did I befriend so many, when even those friends can't even like each other?

How did I stay so strong, when others broke down and cried?

How did I go through the loss of a loved one without any tears?

Why do I deserve to be happy, when so many others seem destined to sadness?

What makes me so special?

I'm not special.

I'm just... human.

So why must I be happy and so fortunate, when those close to me suffer in an endless sea of sadness and misery?

Do I really deserve this life?

Sometimes I wonder if I do.