Not everybody's journey on earth is the same, we were not all blessed equally in similar aspects of life : Some things are destined to be just as some are not, nothing can change that not persuing it in any form of extrimity.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.