Sometimes life is not fair. Or at least it feels that way. I know, you'd think that by this age I'd be over fair. But, sometimes doesn't it just hit you? "THAT'S NOT FAIR!" And I feel about five years old. Ha.
Life is not always fair, but it is always interesting. People come and go. Lives change. Things happen. Sometimes you find yourself the center, other times you find yourself odd man out. Still other times, you find that you have to walk alone.
While it doesn't feel fair...and it often isn't fair, it is a fact of life. It's part of growing up. Growing pains. Facing reality. I've never been very good at that. I always hope for the happy ending. I really hate facing the loss of hope that comes with knowing that life isn't fair. It's a loss.
So, if you see me on the street stamping my feet and having a tantrum, it's that I just have trouble with the fact that life really isn't fair. Of course, sometimes that works in my favor.......hmmmm....I'll have to think on that. In the meanwhile,
blessings,
rhonda
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