My grandfather was a WW2 vet. He survived. His brother didn't. My parents raised 5 kids on a middle class income on an isolated island in eastern Canada, and managed to help us all get university educations. Before that, my ancestors walked out of Africa, settled Europe, crossed the Atlantic with nothing and settled virgin territory. Me? I barely scrape by with minimum wage jobs. I haven't built or created anything. I distract myself to death with mindless entertainment. I fee like I have failed thousands of generations, that all their struggles were for this? So I can live a mediocre life? Your hope in me was misplaced! I have failed you! Forgive me!