Usually when I hear “It’s not fair” the voice is one of my kids and it follows a timeout or other such inconvenience to being a kid. We tell them that life isn’t fair all the time. Sometimes things go your way and sometimes they don’t.
We also point out that they have a lot more than other kids in the world and that isn’t fair but it works out in their favor. So we all have to take the good with the bad and appreciate what we have.
Sounds like a good lesson to learn. It is true, things don’t always go the way you want or wish or even hope with all your heart.
Now I am the one who wants to scream that “It’s not fair”. I want to yell loud how angry I am that sometimes things go so terribly badly that it goes beyond fairness. It just isn’t RIGHT.
It isn’t right for a child to lose their parent or for a parent to lose their child. For a wife to lose her husband or a husband to lose his wife.
It isn’t right that these kinds of bad things happen. Things you have no control over and they rip apart your world.
It isn’t right that those left behind have to find unimaginable strength to lift themselves up and go on living. Go on without part of themselves.
I’m angry this week at the unfairness I’ve seen happening to those I care about. The WRONG.
My heart aches to make things RIGHT again. But I can’t. No one can.
We can only provide support and love. It doesn’t seem like enough.
Life goes on, fair or not.