Why Life Is Unfair Mga Nobela at Kwento

All my life I've been questioning my existence. Why I am here? Why am I suffering? Why do I have to feel this? Am I a bad person to feel this kind of pain? But I don't get any answer. Life isn't fair. I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of love. How about love? What is love? Love is everything. Love.. Something that feels good to feel again and again. Pain or happiness, I'll live for love.

“ Every state has its own sorrows, Noah. Life isn’t fair. It’s easy for some while difficult for others. You can complain and whine but that wouldn’t change a thing. What you have are the present and the future. And this present will decide your future, whether you’ll be in a state of you’re bliss tomorrow or absolute grief. So make the most out of this present because that’s all we have. “ I explain, not knowing where this philosophy actually came from. But it’s wrong for him to think that if he were poor he wouldn’t have any problems. Just like it’s wrong for me to think if I were rich I wouldn’t have issues. Everyone’s got issues, the aptitude of those issues differ though and that’s what

I say, and he looks up at me “Hello” “Do you mind telling me what's going on in that head of yours?” I ask. “No” “Well, you've been seated here for hours. A problem shared is a problem half solved” I say in hopes of getting him to talk. “Do you just feel that sometimes life is unfair” he asks me “Well every time, I mean a lot has happened in my life, and sometimes I can't help but compare the situation with the life's of other people only to realize that mine's worse. It's always like that”

"I don't know. Look, they're just sitting there. I'll end up donating them to some charity or something. I've got a ton of gifts, and nobody left to give them too. You've got a sweet little girl who has one present under the tree and could use a bit of joy in her life." She wandered around the room, nudging the gifts with her foot, not answering, taking the occasional sip from her glass. She eventually wandered back and stood beside me. She stood quietly for several seconds, apparently pondering a reply. "It's not fair," she finally muttered. That wasn't what I'd expected. "No shit. Life's about as unfair as I could ever imagine," I answered honestly. "Good people get hurt for no apparent re

"Ohhh~" I close the book after reading that part. With a heavy sigh starting to play in from me, I look outside the car window, realizing how lucky I am to be as privilege and loved by my own family when there are some people who are in outmost grim. How can a child digest everything inside him/her for having a kind of family who is not a role to the child's future endeavours? Lucky for me, Mom and Dad are both great, raised me to be someone who have what I want then there is Tara, who seems very unhappy living her life. "Life really is unfair, right? Those unfortunate ones stays unfortunate and let be their own be unfortunate." I muttered out of the blue, making Levi chuckle.

Life is like That's pretty much it Sometimes life seems unfair Sometimes you find yourself trying superhuman and getting nothing in return Sometimes you find yourself doing good to others, and everyone else seems not with you Sometimes you say good things to others and find them cursing you in return, okay You have to keep doing what you are doing with one letter, because you do not know which action, or which part will bring you good, I know that this is not fair, but life is not fair anyway, all your efforts will bring you abundant good in the end; But you will probably not realize at that time what effort was worth all this good - or for what - and what effort was wasted in vain. We tend

Artemisia felt the creature's words sting like a hot blade across her pale skin, tearing slowly and painfully, enough to leave a huge scar. “I told you, life is not fair. You cry, pray, make deals or whatever, it won't change the fact that life is like this. If you understand this, your soul will be prepared to leave.” The creature looked at the young woman with a little pain in its eyes. It was easy for Artemisia to understand that pity, the creature understood what he was saying, but the young woman still felt that the world was unfair.

An enigma I’ve yet to figure out. How did my life turn into this? Things are complicated, and I don’t know how to un-complicate them. I felt my knees giving out, and my eyes were clouding with water - tears, I realized. I was never one to cry in one corner and let life’s punches fuck with me. Life is unfair, and it will never be fair, and it’s up to us to fight back. I learned this growing up. But how can I fight something I can’t even understand?

Keith’s eyes darkened as he gave a low reply. “Why? Why is it that good people always suffer, while the bad ones live freely? It’s not fair!” She thought of her mother—such a kind woman yet fated to die young. She herself had done nothing wrong, yet was struck with stomach cancer in her prime. And now her honest, simple uncle had a brain tumor. Meanwhile, those who had done countless cruel things lived in comfort and ease. The injustice gnawed at her, filling her heart with bitterness.

I said, trying to manage a smile. She replicated my smile on her face, her own being sadder than mine. " You are so young, but why do I feel like life has dealt you a lot more than you deserve?" She spoke softly, staring into my teary eyes. I laughed out loud, a dry humorless laughter. " Because life was never fair to me. I don't expect it to even realize just how bad it hurts me. Life is just unfair." I said shrugging. I quickly got up, clearing my throat as I walked back to the counter, picking up the keys and ushering her out with my eyes.