You Get Out What You Put in? Nah, Not Always

Fair. Life is fair. It is a strange concept. What does fair mean? That we all have exactly the same number of things, that we all have exactly the same experience. Isn't that the only way that life can be fair? It's a manifestly unsound concept. Fair can't be measured, so how can it be a scale?

You get cancer, I win the lottery. Someone has a healthy child, while someone else is infertile. We construct the notion of fair to cover life's contingencies, but such things can't even be placed on the same scale.

The best we can hope for is a kind coincidence - being born into a good family, being blessed with good health, being smart. The best we can do is put out positive energy.

None of us want life to be fair, anyway, we want life to be generous. None of us want to truly be like the next bloke, but really, isn't that what fair is?

Life is chance. I believe you can gather positive energy around you, if you send out positive energy yourself. I believe you can attract like-minded people - but what about opposites attracting? You can find your tribe. But I reckon that's it, that's all the power there is.

Good people die young because they had a liking for fatty food, fast cars, phobias they never admit to, genes they didn't know they had... or a million other reasons, that we don't necessarily know about.

But what is good?

I don't believe that drug dealers are bad, for instance. They are just supplying a demand, they are selling to willing buyers. They are demonised by the good people who fear what they don't know, stressing out big time and dying young because of it. Hypertension is the biggest killer of the good. So the good people have to be protected from the bad people, is that what we mean when we lament the good dying young?

Good people are always making up stories to explain what they don't understand. People will see and hope for what they want to believe.

What is bad? Perception.

So the good never die young, just people die young.

We spend so much time trying to understand life that we'll latch onto the merest slip of reality and start weaving. Great myths, religions, traditions are born. None of it's true, but if someone believes and it makes them feel better, what's the harm?

As long as life is fair... and it never can be. Life isn't fair.

Not all deeds have consequences.

All goodness doesn't have rewards.

The only meaning life has is the love we find a long the way. Everything is chance, or stories made up to explain every thing in between.

Besides, random has a lot more scope for being more exciting than fair.