No, the world is not your oyster. You were not brought into this world through blood, sweat, and tears so you can merely seek enjoyment and pleasure.
You, my child, are the oyster.
The sea is vast and full of life. There is much to see, for sure, and other creatures to come to know - but it is not to be owned.
A single oyster, you may be, but important to the world - you have much to offer.
You are strong yet vulnerable. But to live, you must be exposed. And most of all, when sand is tossed in your face, as it inevitably will, you have the opportunity to take that struggle and turn it into something beautiful - something that only you can offer. A pearl.
Do not fear the struggle. But rather, embrace it, and you will discover what you are truly capable of. Yes, it is work. Yes, there will be vexation. But you have the fortitude to endure it, and influence others to do the same.
So you see, my child, the world becomes beautiful by what you put into it, not from what you take out.
For some day, like us all, you will return to the earth, but the pearls that you leave, in their milky iridescent wonder will continue to inspire well beyond your time.