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As a child, I would get so annoyed with my mother when she would tell me, “The world isn’t fair.” She believed that with all her heart because her life experiences had taught her that truth. She had been knocked down many times, but always managed to pick herself up. She learned, after a while, that many of her disappointments came from her own choices; she also realized, however, that things didn’t always turn out the way she wished they would have.
As a person who lives pretty much on the optimistic side of the worldview scale, you might be surprised to see that I agree with my mother. No matter how I want things to be, it’s sometimes a coin flip to see how they turn out. And most of the time when they don’t pan out, it’s not that important or I can learn from the experience.
In my life, I repeatedly get the message that the world isn’t fair. We had a roof leak repaired and for reasons I won’t go into here, the ceiling in the laundry room caved in. We had a huge mess on our hands. So what did we do? Did we rant and rave against roofers, against the weather, against shoddy work? Did we spend time dwelling on our misfortune? Nope. We registered our complaint and got multiple bids to replace the entire roof (since that need was on the horizon).
They will start the roof replacement in about two weeks. Did we rant and rave about the lo-o-o-n-g process to get all the approvals, order the tile and receive it from the manufacturer? Nope. My husband put up plastic that fed into a plastic bin so that the water from all the rainy days we’ve had didn’t turn our laundry room into a lake. Nothing was fair about the process, and it was tempting to dwell on it, blame people, or make the choice to focus on other things.
What about the news media? It’s not fair. It is enormously biased, mentally deranged, hyperbolic and annoying as can be. No matter how I try, I can’t get away from it. When I hear the commentators (I mean, lackeys for the Democrat party), I turn them off. And I listen to broadcasters that show just a bit more objectivity and balance. I find places to share my views and expand my perceptions (like Ricochet).
There are a lot of people in our home development who are Progressives. I avoid most of them but am friendly with a few because they are good people in spite of their delusions. We just don’t talk politics. I try to make wise choices regarding the people I welcome into my life, those I engage with, and those who I think share my values.
And I avoid the rest.
I continually remind myself that I have choices: I can choose where I go, with whom I communicate, with whom I invest my emotional energy, with whom I confide, and with whom I spend my time. In any given environment there will be people I don’t like; I avoid them and I quite frankly don’t care how they live their lives. Instead, I focus on the good people.
The world is not fair. But the people with whom I associate are more than fair, good people. That’s enough for me.