“Life isn’t fair” I remember this refrain being seared in my consciousness early on in life. It’s a bitter-sweet memory because I can still taste the knot of staunch injustice that gathered in the back of my throat when my mother would dish it out; at the same time, I’m grateful that the inequality of life was shown to me at a young age because I learned a valuable lesson that many adults I know seem to still have not learned.
Life isn’t freaking fair.
Now that you know, deal with it. You can bitch and moan. You can try and make the best of the cards you are dealt… or you strive to become the dealer. Your situation may be righteously unfair – but dwelling on that fact won’t move your situation one iota in a fairer direction.
Instead, embrace the fact that life isn’t fair. When you do your eyes will open to a world of possibilities, one that much population misses while they focus on the injustice of their situation.
Life isn’t fair, so why play by the rules?
You don’t bring a knife to a gunfight and you don’t expect to win at a table where the dealer’s cheating. The “fairness” that people so often talk about is the idea that if you go to school and make decent grades you should be able to graduate, get a good job and earn fair wages. It’s the idea that if you worked 15 years for a company they should keep you around for the next 15 years. Don’t get me wrong, I love that notion, the idea of fairness but it is simple not a reality anymore.
I’m really, reeeally, excited about this New Year.
One has to do with a Rhett Butler quote I recently read and loved:
“Until you’ve lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was or what freedom really is.”
― Gone with the Wind
Be Thankful: I’m writing this from a hotel room in downtown Charleston, West Virginia. My brother mentioned, as we were walking back from a sumptuous dinner at Le Chili’s, that center of this city reminded him of a post-zombie-apocalypse movie – hello Appalachia.
I’ve had a hell of a time getting here.
This blog has changed my life. I came to this realization while wandering the sunny streets of San Francisco’s Mission district with Ev, a fellow blogger & friend.
This post is as utterly ridiculous as these sunglasses: be forewarned
Go-go dancer. Slighty dark, moderately-witty freelance writer. The world’s worst trophy wife.
The Unbearable Lightness of Being opens with a philosophical discussion of lightness versus heaviness. Kundera contrasts Nietzsche’s philosophy of eternal return, or of heaviness, with Parmenides’s understanding of life as light.
Last fall I decided that I needed to move out to San Francisco. Last April I actually signed a lease. Between mid-November and early March I traveled back and forth from Reno to the Bay Area twice a week (via trains, planes and automobiles) taking shelter in everything from Airbnb rentals to hostels.
Today I turned 26 and unlike birthdays of yesteryear I’m actually really happy about growing a year older and wiser.
What I realized was that when I didn’t know what I was doing with my life, every birthday over 21 seemed frightening.
Now that I have a clear vision of my future, set goals that I’m gunning for and an overall positive outlook on life – another birthday is only reason for celebration.
What is the one thing you want more than anything… what’s the thing you’ll fight for – come hell or high water?
Today I had a very real wake up call on what I want more than anything. A goal deeply tied into my belief that people should strive to become self made and my business,
As many of you know over the last few months I’ve been involved in a tech incubator in Palo Alto, CA called the Founder Institute. The program is the brainchild of