Life is Not Fair. And boy is that lucky for me. It’s easy to say you are successful because you work harder, plan better and are wiser than others. It might be more difficult if you didn’t have the physical and social advantages provided you by the fickle fortunes of fate.
Once upon a time a long time ago, after a series of successes in my life, the fall from the top was precipitous and damaging, No one could see It, so the facile conclusion was, I was not living up to their expectations. If my leg had been in a cast, they would not have anticipated my winning a race jumping hurdles, because they could see my impairment. Of course, they wouldn’t have expected that from me anyway. But because my damage was invisible to them, they saw me as failing with no cause.
Stop. Take some time. Look around. Are there those around you? (You maybe”) with the advantage of health, family wealth, heritage, sexual orientation, COLOR? Stop. Look around the world at that broken bodies, broken minds, broken hearts and broken lives from poverty all lessen the options for success in this world, which is fast approaching 8 Billion people. Tap that with your mouse and watch how twice as many are born into the population than borne out by all the pestilence, plague and personal animosity of a weary world. Many, many, many of these people have some or all of the disadvantages available to short-circuit a connection to a successful life whatever that is.
How about me. At 6 feet, I was once considered tall. Now I look way up to see the smiles on my grandsons. Being male, white, gentile and reasonably bright certainly provided an advantage for success in a complex, competitive world. By now, perhaps, you get my message. Life is not fair. As for me, I’m glad. That’s my Opinion. What’s yours?