I cannot count the amount of times I have heard that statement from my parents after crying foul over one of life’s inequities. Whether it was a rebuttal to “he got more than me!” or “he got picked first!” or even “how come I have to eat my vegetables and he doesn’t?” the premise that life wasn’t fair was constantly thrown in my face. Today, though, it seems that much of our population has either ignored or forgotten this most important of lessons. I suppose it isn’t difficult when our very own president gets on television and tells people that every one should be equal and pay their fair share.
As I grew older, I heard “life isn’t fair” less and less. It wasn’t because our world was somehow becoming more equitable, though. It was because I stopped complaining about a fact of our society that I could do nothing about. I realized quite early on that complaining about life not being fair wasn’t going to net me the big money and fabulous prizes that I was yearning for. The only shot I had at obtaining the things in this life that I wanted was to work for them, and the harder I worked, the more likely it was that I’d be able to afford those finer things. Still, I knew there would always be instances where no matter how hard I worked, I’d lose out. That was exactly what my parents prepared me for when they told me “life’s not fair.”