Today, I’ve been thinking a lot about justice.
It’s easy to say that there’s no justice in this world. Even the best debater and philosopher can’t argue to this one. How can you say to a 14-year-old slave that there is such thing as justice? How can you look at the parents whose daughter had just been killed in the eye and talk about justice?
People with power, the ones who can actually make a change, at times are corrupted. Many others think about themselves first, then others. It’s only human nature.
Yesterday, I have stumbled on an article written by a raped victim at Harvard. Yes, Harvard. Upon reading it, I could feel my heart boiling with anger. It isn’t fair.
It isn’t fair for the girl to be sexually assaulted only to be left as a victim with no support. It’s not fair for the girl to be ‘lost’. It makes me think that some people are total jerks with no hearts. Clearly, whoever has a heart and reading this story will do something about it.
Or will they?
It isn’t fair.
It’s not fair that some people work hard all their lives until their backs are broken and still be poverty-stricken. It’s not fair that some people have the chance at life, while others don’t. Life is not fair. How could it?
Yet we add fuel to life’s unfairness every day. We do wrong to our friends. We make mistakes. We disappoint people. We make promises we cannot keep. We make strangers’ lives unfair. We don’t lend a hand to people who really need help.
This leads to the feeling of helplessness. Don’t get me wrong, there’s good in this world. But at times, at times, you question it.
Life’s not fair. But I believe there’s still hope. At the very least, I’m being hopeful.
I’m being hopeful that for whatever it’s worth, life is still good. That for whatever it’s worth, I am still holding to the hope of making the world a better place to live, even just for a little bit.
Life isn’t fair, but it’s still beautiful.
I hope you feel that way too.
Photo by Geraint Rowland