We all know life isn't fair.
The crux of the thing is that we don't truly believe it, especially when Life proves it to be Truth. When Life is unfair to us we look around us, look up to the heavens, look to friends and family and ask "Why me?" or exclaim "It's not fair!". Well of course it's not fair, Life isn't fair.
So why is this? Why does Life have some vendetta against us that we are completely unaware of? Perhaps the gods are bored and want to be entertained. Perhaps it's Murphy's Law at work. Perhaps the UNiverse really is Murphy and the law of the universe is irony and unfairness and nothing else. No real happy endings for there is no such thing; endings are endings. And therein lies the toad of irony (thank you Murphy), because we are always told that if we're good and persevere we will get our happy ending when the bare bones truth is that no matter what you dress it in an ending is never happy because it's an end. No more, that's it, it's done, goodbye.
Life isn't fair, no matter how good you are.
I try to be good. I don't always succeed but I keep trying. If life's not fair I might as well be the most horrible, uncaring, muderous motherfucker you couldn't even imagine but I don't, I try to be good for all the good it does me. I try to do right by others and I try to treat the people I love with all the affection and kindness they deserve even though sometimes I'm depressed, sometimes I feel like fighting and being mean, sometimes I just don't care and in spite of all this I still try to be good overall. And because I try to be good life seems even less fair.
Life's not fair and yet we still try to be good. We still try to inspire goodness in others. We still search for that happy ending even though it doesn't exist. We try to the best of this bad situation called Life when everything around us says we might as well lay down and die.
I'm trying to be good. I'm trying to be good. I'm trying to be good. I want to be good.
I want to be good in spite of all the unfairness. I want good things, I want happiness, I want a life that shines amongst all the black injustice.
Life isn't fair and yet I still keep trudging toward the fake reward of a happy ending as if it were.
Perhaps that makes me crazy and perhaps it cause me alot of pain. Oh well
The crux of the thing is that we don't truly believe it, especially when Life proves it to be Truth. When Life is unfair to us we look around us, look up to the heavens, look to friends and family and ask "Why me?" or exclaim "It's not fair!". Well of course it's not fair, Life isn't fair.
So why is this? Why does Life have some vendetta against us that we are completely unaware of? Perhaps the gods are bored and want to be entertained. Perhaps it's Murphy's Law at work. Perhaps the UNiverse really is Murphy and the law of the universe is irony and unfairness and nothing else. No real happy endings for there is no such thing; endings are endings. And therein lies the toad of irony (thank you Murphy), because we are always told that if we're good and persevere we will get our happy ending when the bare bones truth is that no matter what you dress it in an ending is never happy because it's an end. No more, that's it, it's done, goodbye.
Life isn't fair, no matter how good you are.
I try to be good. I don't always succeed but I keep trying. If life's not fair I might as well be the most horrible, uncaring, muderous motherfucker you couldn't even imagine but I don't, I try to be good for all the good it does me. I try to do right by others and I try to treat the people I love with all the affection and kindness they deserve even though sometimes I'm depressed, sometimes I feel like fighting and being mean, sometimes I just don't care and in spite of all this I still try to be good overall. And because I try to be good life seems even less fair.
Life's not fair and yet we still try to be good. We still try to inspire goodness in others. We still search for that happy ending even though it doesn't exist. We try to the best of this bad situation called Life when everything around us says we might as well lay down and die.
I'm trying to be good. I'm trying to be good. I'm trying to be good. I want to be good.
I want to be good in spite of all the unfairness. I want good things, I want happiness, I want a life that shines amongst all the black injustice.
Life isn't fair and yet I still keep trudging toward the fake reward of a happy ending as if it were.
Perhaps that makes me crazy and perhaps it cause me alot of pain. Oh well
I get into doing it(what ou asked in my journal) because
I had a great friend and he asked me if I was interested in working with him as far as behind the scenes things, then before we knew it, I had the guts to be more active, then I was working on my own projects..
I stayed away from it for a bit just cause I didn't think there would be any interest in me.