I have a friend who I thought had it worse than me in "human" things: his family was definitely way better than mine, but mother and dad were very distant, and

I have a friend who I thought had it worse than me in "human" things: his family was definitely way better than mine, but mother and dad were very distant, and not the nicest people I knew. So I used to forgive him a lot of stuff because I thought that over time he would be more "humane" because his friends understand him, etc. For example, he took loans from most of my friends and used that money to sometimes repay each one of them to hide the fact that he owed so much money. He still didn't repay most of them . So in the end, I found myself at this thought: I have an alcoholic extended family on top of my dad being a drinker, loads of my own internal hate towards the society because of being poor and less fortunate (which I almost never externalised), sadness due to seeing so many people around me deserving so much better and never making it due to how poor they were; yet I never thought that doing those things my friend did would be a proud thing to do. So in the end I realised it's the choices that you make. Maybe a truly simple idea, but the choices very much define you.