Here's another angle. It ain't always innate ability or even hard work. Some folks are just lucky.
For example: There's a whole bunch of good tunes out there by unknown musicians. They are both living and playing their blues.
The lucky ones do sometimes get the breaks. Life isn't always fair.
What are the breaks, exactly? A cocaine addiction? Spending so much money that the gravy and the chocolate syrup start to taste the same? Crippling celebrity that breeds mental illness? No, this is an artifact of what we perceive to be successful.
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
You have to bear your burdens in life whether you think they are fair or not. If you don't, you invite something much darker than the suffering attendant on life.