A mind, like a home, is furnished by its owner, so if one's life is cold and bare he can blame none but himself. — Louis L'Amour. American novelist and short story writer (1908–1988)
The trail is the thing, not the end of the trail. Travel too fast and you miss all you are traveling for.
Only the weak blame parents, their race, their times, their lack of good fortunes or the quirks of fate. Everyone has within them the power to say, "This I am today, that I shall become tomorrow." The wish, however, must be implemented by deeds.