Plants aren't human!.... Are they?

Today I was sitting on my porch just enjoying a sunny yet pleasantly mild day.  I happened to look down and there in front of my house I have two bushes.  One is thriving and the other a shriveling mess of bug eaten leaves and black decaying branches.  Now I know I am not the best gardener in the world but I know that I took care of them moderately well.  They are in the same earth, drink the same water and are trimmed at the same time.  So why does one flourish and the other flounder?

It is at that point that my brain completely shifts gears to my family.  I ponder why I have a brother living at home at 23 when he wants to be married in 6 months.  Why his older brother declared bankruptcy at 19 and why my sister has such a hard time coping with life at home and in general.  Then there is a moment that I feel guilty.  Guilty that I made it out, away from home.  That I made a good life and had a good marriage at least for a while.  I have amazing children and I am good at nearly everything I do. Except despite what I want more than anything I am apparently reprehensibly terrible at relationships.

Then in a most astoundingly ADD fashion I wonder does the plant that thrives feel guilty or is that just the luck of us humans?....