Some of us get more “opportunity” than others.
I’ve come to realize I’m one of the lucky buggers who gets a bigger helping of it than some. From my early childhood yearnings for mommy and daddy to love me more, to best friends inexplicably drifting away or outright stabbing me in the back, to being disowned by family, I’ve had a wide range of experience with being rejected; feeling unloved.
Our need for love and acceptance is built into our DNA.
Being loved (or unloved) changes us.
It actually changes who we are; how we see God, the world, and everyone in it. It even affects our sense of hope for the future and our will to live.  It’s like we’re somehow defined by love – like love is our identity. When there’s a lack of it, it messes with who we are.