Life really isn’t fair, you know.
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Life really isn’t fair, you know. Everyone knows that, but occasionally it sinks in with such solidity that you think it consciously. You think, why was it designed this way? Maybe this wasn’t the original intention of the Designer, but that is neither here nor there, is it? The fact remains that, for the majority of humans, we spend years overcoming everything that high-school took from us, decades smoothing out the wrinkles of self-doubt and loathing and insecure thoughts that breathe with us. And then, somehow, we arrive at a stopping point, a place where we perhaps find what we are longing to become, and for a breath, a heartbeat, one blink of the eye, all is perfection. And if not perfection, all is arrived. And then that single breath is released, the heart continues to beat, the eye continues to roam and to close and unclose. The hill we were climbing finally levelled for the briefest of steps, and is now descending. Falling, really, at an alarming rate. Faster and faster we tumble down the other side, perhaps without realizing that we’ve found, and quickly flitted past, the solid table land. How unfair, how cruel, how every-damn-day.
