I heard a little bird sing outside, “Chi-li, chi-li, ta-ki, ta-ki, pee-o, pee-o.” I stretched on my little bed made of straw, released my early morning fart and opened the window. At that point, I discovered that it was the dawn of another day.
Seeing the daylight, I commenced my journey, traveling from longitude to longitude and from latitude to latitude. I also traveled along the earth’s circumference. After having reached my last point, I realized that the journey had taken me more than ten thousand five hundred consecutive days.
My journey, or, rather, my investigation, has landed me before your doorstep, Life. I’ve discovered that you are the one responsible for all that I saw and continue to see. And you know what? You are not fair, Life! Do you understand me?
I travel the world and see two employees, both working for the same firm and doing exactly the same kind of job. One is more qualified, experienced and committed than the other. But, for some unexplained reason, the less qualified, less experienced and less committed employee is paid more than the employee that is more qualified, more experienced and more committed. This is extremely hard to understand. That’s why I’ll stand on Mt. Wologisi and shout at the highest pitch of my voice, saying: Life, you are not fair!
I see a barren woman who’s crying day and night for a child, visiting churches and country doctors and whatever place she can get some promise that she’ll be called a mother one day. But she’s not given one; neither does she even experience miscarriage. But then, I look and see another woman who doesn’t need nor have time for a child. However, she gets pregnant and, because she doesn’t need what she’s given, she goes and kills the unborn child through a scheme called abortion. Look, Life, you are not fair!
I see a husband and a wife who got married five years ago. Now they are quarrelling and fighting day and night. But then, I see another man and a woman, who got married about the same time, still walking hand-in-hand, kissing and joking as if they were brother and sister, still loving and appreciating each other. Shouldn’t I shout and say: Life, you are not fair?
I look and see a man who spends all his time on education, studying and learning and reading that entire he can. He shuns parties, womanizing and almost everything not connected with learning, striving hard to be somebody better in the future, based on his education. Notwithstanding, at the end of the day, he becomes jobless and one of the poorest in his society. But then, I see another man who disdains education and avers in the open that education is for the fool, not for the wise. At the end of the day, this man becomes the moneyman of his society. I’ll stand on Mt. Everest and shout: Life, you are not fair!
I check and see a home in which the family spends hundreds of dollars on food for their two dogs and one cat. But then, I see a woman begging for one dollar in the street in order to buy food for the hungry baby on her back. I am serious, Life. You are not fair!
I move around and see a family dumping the balance of their yesterday’s food on a garbage site, complaining that the food is stale. But then, I see another family rushing to the same garbage site to fetch the food as their today’s meal. I will shout and say: Life, you are not fair!
I perambulate the earth and find a man who’s in love with a woman who hates him and thinks that all he’s good for is to clean her toilet every morning after she has used it, but he would never give up, and she would never accept him. But then, I see another man whom the same woman loves dearly but whom the man does not love. Then, there’s another woman who loves the first man, but he does not realize it and continues to die for the woman who doesn’t love him. I’ll stand on the Tatra Mountains of Poland and shout: Life, you are not fair!
I travel the world and discover a man and his wife. The two of them go without food for days all because they want to save up for a house they would like to call their own. They work and work and save up almost everything, finally completing the house and moving in. The following day, tsunami occurs and not only destroys the house without any trace, but also takes away the woman never to be found. That’s why I’ll shout and say: Life, you are not fair!
I look and see a married woman and a young man who are having a secret affair. They are dying with love for each other – each wanting to see the other daily. But it’s not possible because the husband is almost always around. So, they devise a plan to meet once a month for fifty minutes. To show his love for her, he buys a very expensive and beautifully decorated bunch of flowers, which she would really love to take with her, but she can’t – she’s a married woman. She looks at the flowers, smells at them, lays them on her bust and kisses them affectionately. But then, when it’s time to leave his place, she leaves the flowers with him and goes away, leaving the flowers to rot in his room until they can meet again at which time he buys a new bunch of flowers. Is it wrong for me to stand on Mt. Nimba and shout: Life, you are not fair?
Life, O’ Life! You’re not fair. But I’ll stop here for now. I’ll return after further investigation.
Seriously, my people, aren’t these points to ponder?