😀 I just read the following in Charles de Lint’s Someplace to be Flying:
“Imagine if life was fair,” she says to me one time. “I think that’d be worse.”
“How do you figure that?”
“Well, then we’d deserve all the awful things that happen to us, wouldn’t we? It’d mean that at some point in our lives – or maybe some life we had before this one – we were pretty creepy people.”
I never thought about it like that before. Seems odd to take comfort in life’s unfairness, but I start to feel the same way she does.
I found that rather interesting. Made me think, at least 🙂