How can someone who does loops under their z’s possibly see the world the same as someone who doesn’t? And could a girl who grew up with glasses even be compared to a girl who has perfect eyesight? And how can people be surprised when the boy whose parents divorced makes a lot more reckless decisions than the kid who came from a happy family? They say it’s your choices that define you, but wouldn’t we all make the same choices if we had the same opportunities? So perhaps it’s only a life lottery after all, even though we like to think that we have a substantial say in who we are. It’s the things you forget to control that end up distinguishing you.