Its not that i believe you incapable. Though you show some aptitude it is your luck that has carried you forward. You have been lucky in that you have lived without being ground under the heel of harsh reality. But it is this very fact that is a weakness. For when your luck runs dry i will continue on, not because of some mundane superiority, but because i have cultivated my resilience. I have had everything i believed in ground into dust, i have lost faith in those i loved, i have even been beyond the gates of death, and still i have risen again out of sheer tenacity. Its the only thing that people like us can do. We pick up the pieces and conceive a new mosaic placing the shards into some new kaleidoscopic wonder. There is no rhyme or reason to it, our will to survive gets stronger the more we get beat down. Cant you hear it roaring? It is the sound of our souls, like waves breaking against the rocky coast. Slowly but surely eroding it away in our implacable assault.