It's unfair!
It is.
Life is simply unfair.
There's never any fair in it.
There are people dying to get into the spotlight and make themselves seen and heard. They have dreams and ideals, morals and ethics, anger and hatred. They spew forth the injustices of the world in a whirling froth of yelling, writing, poetry, film, stage performances and non-profit advertisements. They cry to their doctors about not being able to afford to take care of themselves. They wander the streets aimlessly hoping for a next meal, drink or high. They work shitty jobs that pay shitty wages harder than anyone who works a Wall Street job and gets paid beau coup bucks and pray for someone to notice their leadership qualities, their dreams, their hopes, their passions. They stand on a street corner and scream that the world will end for whatever reason, that we didn't find Jesus fast enough, the world has turned homosexual or we're all hedonists. They scream it to the world in Times Square, Faneuil Hall and on Bourbon Street.
We don't care about them.
At all.
There are people dying to get out of the spotlight of fame and stardom and just disappear. We know who you are. We care about what you wear, who you fornicate with, what make-up you use, what beach you visit, what you had for dinner, what you did last weekend during Memorial Day, who your friends are, who your friends aren't, what your favorite dessert is and why you punch a rude, insensitive paparazzi. We need to know your height, weight, eye color, real hair color, exercise regimen, diet and driver's license number. We watch your television shows, your films, your reality programs, your court appearances, your headlines and your falls and we smile at each one the same way. We quote you in context and out of context, we take sound bytes from you and filter it in a way that gets you even more attention.
We care about you.
A lot.
And it's unfair.
It's unfair that we have our head up our asses. That while we look for answers to problems and solutions to questions, we rarely sit back and listen, and think and instead fall back on colloquialisms like that's just the way things are.
It's unfair that we react to everything rather than pondering anything.
It's unfair that humans consider themselves a gift to this world while they steal all the world's presents. And that if there was a Santa Claus, perhaps this man shouldn't be modeled on obesity, a suggestion of a plentiful diet and silliness, but rather this gift giver should be pale and worn and frail because those in need often have a better perspective of what's important and would hand out clothes to people in shelters, food to starving children in Africa and peace of mind to fanatics who want to kill as a way to reach salvation.
It's unfair that gifts are given on holidays as a way to lure children into believing in God, instead of a child being presented God's nature by performing a charitable action for someone less fortunate.
It's unfair that science is viewed as direct conflict to religion instead of maybe God's way of allowing we humans to get ever closer to the understanding of life and soul and the majesty of our universe.
It's unfair that we believe life should be fair.
Life isn't fair, and it often favors the worst of us who don't care.
Life isn't fair.
But that's just the way things are.
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