The whole scheme is well balanced. If you were allowed to change lots with anyone on the face of the earth, you would complain and find fault in a short time.
One of our best known millionaires, born to opulence, complains that he has been robbed of the privilege of making his own fortune.
He is no happier than you. His confession betrays his weakness of character just as your repining and fault-finding betrays yours.
The real worth-while character thanks God for its destiny and says, "I will show the world what I can do with my life."
Not long ago there was a great trotting-race at Brighton Beach. The blind conqueror "Rythmic" won five consecutive races.
Think of it! He did not, like a mortal man, shrink back and say "I am blind—that is a terrible destiny—I am cursed of God—I will not try to win the race." He just trusted the hand of the Master at the reins, did his best, and won the honors of the season.
We are all blind racers on the track of earth. The king, the millionaire, the statesman, the lawmaker, the beggar, the laborer, the cripple, we are all in the dark. The only thing is to trust the hand of the Master, and do our best.
Believe your position is the right starting point for you, merely the starting point.
It is the shapeless block of stone from which you are to fashion the perfect statue.
Or it is the mere mud from which you are to mould the clay image, and later that is to be put into enduring marble.