You simply can't fit a round block into a square hole.
The longer I live, the more I become convinced about one thing: there are three types of people you will meet. The first look past your transgressions and idiosyncracies and won't hold a grudge. The second will change their opinion of you at a drop of a dime. And the final are people who wouldn't even interact with you if you haven't kissed their **** at least once. Meeting the first type have always been my reason to live. These are the ones I concern myself with. But as a realist, I can't pretend the other two don't exist.
My envy? It goes to the people who can stick around and be in a place surrounded by all three and call that place 'home'. I doubt I can measure up to that level of patience. I won't stick around. A migratory animal, I will make my departure soon enough. Silent, yet swift.