Life raises us all differently. Seemingly similar sets of circumstances produce drastically different dichotomies of results.
Same roof, same parents, same lessons, different brothers and sisters. How do my lenses differ from yours?
What is red to you? Green is my favorite color. It always has been. It must appear a different way to you. What is your favorite color?
The seasons change. Each year I appreciate them differently. It was easy to love Summer as a child. No extra clothes to wear. As much water and swimming as I might desire. Winter was harsh, though snow was fun. Spring and Fall were middling, though I loved Halloween and could find some youthful enjoyment in the flavors of Spring.
Now I crave those middle seasons. Not too hot or cold. Perfect camp fire season. Beautiful changing foliage. What may seem a human right to me, may be an ethical violation to you. I just want your love