Life isn’t fair is something we’re all told when we’re kids; whether from your parents, your friends, your teachers, the principal, the message is always the same: Life isn’t fair.
But what they’re not telling you is life is better when it’s unfair.

Art wouldn’t exist without inequity, unfairness, no one would be more talented than anyone else, and we’d all be equal. I wouldn’t look at someone’s work and curse the day he was born and the talent he was born with because I would have exactly the same amount of talent. The successful artists would be the ones with DRIVE but wait! Someone having more drive than me would be unfair so we must all be equally ambitious. Then it comes down to connections, but wait, someone always has more connections so that’s unfair. We must all be equal. Equal talent. Equal drive. Equal access.

Yes, I’m being facetious as that kind of equality is impossible to achieve and yet still people want life to be fair. No one should win more consistently at a sport than others. No one should write better than another. No one should draw better than another. No one should be smarter, or more clever, or more…. anything. What value is there in sameness? Why would I want everyone to be just as good as me at everything? I could never write a detailed, laconic, thought puzzle type of novel like L. E Modesitt writes because I don’t have that in me. But I love a lot of his work, partly because of his skill as a writer but also because of the differences between my thought processes and his.

And what people mean when they say life is unfair is not that they want life to be ‘Fair’ but that they want life to be unfair FOR them instead of for someone else. It isn’t fair that they have more talent than me; it would only be fair if I had more talent than them. Life would be fair if I had millions of dollars. If I was six and a half feet tall. If I was the smartest guy in the room. Then those complaining about life being unfair would be comfortable knowing life was now the way it was ‘supposed’ to be: Fair. As defined by them being at the center of their own life.

The oddest concept to me is that many seem to believe that if someone is tall and strong it is only fair that they also be stupid. Or the reverse; if someone is short and weak it is only fair that they be compensated with intelligence. Now, this occurs in a small way in real life because those that are smaller need to focus and develop their minds in order to compete with the bigger people. In real life you wouldn’t be terribly surprised if a big guy was smart or a small guy was stupid but it surprises me when that happens in a novel. Partly because writers try to create empathy for their characters and believe that if a character is big, strong, and smart then the reader will not relate to that character. The other part is their own prejudices, the revenge of the downtrodden. Don’t want to fight that big guy but sure can call him stupid behind his back. And in print.

Then there’s the strange concept of cosmic karma; that if one is successful then it is only FAIR that they be brought down to earth. That if you’re too good at one thing you cannot also be good at another (as if they’re hogging all the talent). Now, I wish things came as easily to me as they seem to for others but they don’t. Not necessarily because of talent (or lack thereof) but because I learn better when I learn the hard way. Which means I make tons of mistakes. Which means I learn by correcting those mistakes. Only to make more and different mistakes. A part of me wishes I could be taught, that I could learn the easier way, that I could make it easier on myself. But it doesn’t work that way for me and so I have to work harder and longer than others. Sucks to be me?

Not really. I’ll put the work in. I’ll make a ton of mistakes. I’ll learn from them. And that’s absolutely fair. And if it isn’t fair?

The alternative is too horrible to contemplate:

A world where we’re all the same.

Blow that for a load of turtles.

Or blow the load of turtles. Whatever’s your kink.