Life’s not Fair.

I know that’s nothing new or shocking, but I feel the grit of that sentence intensifies the older you get, and you learn this same lesson over and over. The only hitch is that “not fair” slowly takes on more mature meanings.

It is no longer that someone cut in front of you in line, but that liars and cheaters actually succeed quite swimmingly in this world.

It is no longer that a slacker ruined everyone’s group project grade, but that one person, one slip up, can ruin a company.

It is no longer that you broke your arm and missed the rest of the baseball season, but that people die, and there are more important things they will miss.

Not one ever told me that life was fair. But no one ever told me, laying on the wood chipped ground, that it was only going to get harder.