Life isn't fair. As much we might bemoan that fact, we really don't want it to be fair, do we?
We only want fair when it would be to our benefit.
When we would stand to gain. Or get even. Or get what we think we deserve.
Until we realize that what we deserve? Is nothing.
That's what's fair.
What's fair is that I get nothing.
I. Deserve. Nothing.
So, having air to breathe? That's not fair.
Waking up in the morning? Not fair.
Being loved? Not fair.
The cross? Grace? Second, third, and eleventy-second chances? Definitely not fair.
Life isn't fair.
And for that I am beyond grateful.