Justice

My little girl learned about "justice" during chapel at school today. When I asked her what it meant, she replied "fairness." At such young age, I wonder if she can actually grasp the full meaning of that word. I don't think life is fair at all. Those who are good suffer and those who are shitheads seem to always come on top. From two uncles who have terminal cancer, the one who I think is the better person is dying in a hospital bed in pain, not able to eat or spend time with his wife, kids and grandchildren. The other "uncle" who has always being selfish, cheated on his wife, and God-knows what else, seems to be "going" in a rather pleasant, peaceful, happier way. Is it fair? I don't think so.

In my case, I know I shouldn't victimize myself, but I feel I'm suffering more than that asshole with this whole break-up thing when I feel I didn't do anything wrong and I stuck to my morals and my ethics. So why is it that I feel I'm going through a shittier time than he is? He's living "la vida loca" while I'm home trying to adjust to the whole single parent idea. Again, I don't think it's fair. At the same time, I'm glad it's me my kids are with and I get to be their guide, not that lost, sad man-child.

And yet, who am I to judge people? I really want to believe that those souls who are truly good will triumph at the end, if not in this life, then in the next.