You can't get mad at anybody else for your own mistakes.
Stories are the way we make sense of the world, but they are also the way we deceive ourselves.
One isn't born one's self. One is born with mass of expectations, a mass of other people's ideas—and you have to work through it all.
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.