I think most human frustrations come from comparing ourselves to others, and in doing so, assume that whatever our object of comparison does well, they do well out of nature, while the odds are clearly stacked against us. Inspiration never comes, the bills instead do, then sometimes family happens, and there are other people’s expectations, our upbringing, and our integrity, and that humiliating experience you never want to live again, and what if you fail? And what if you don’t know? And what will they think of you?