I believe in justice, in karma, in good deeds and I believe in upholding morals.
But as I grow older, I realize just how hard it is to survive in life by being honest. There is a harsh rat race in the adult world and not everyone plays fair.
Someone licks the boss’s boots and gets the promotion, while you work overtime.
You resist temptation on every business trip and stay pious but come home to a cheating spouse. You teach your children morals and uphold them yourself but they keep letting you down.
Someone is rich, good looking and has everything one could ever need. Some people are simply born this way while others are left to gravel in the dust.
Jealousy, envy, pain and hurt, these emotions coagulate and make life a living hell. It’s too much because this is not what I am used to. I like being kind, selfless and cheerful and the unfairness of life makes me sad. It hurts my soul in ways I cannot explain and I find it hard to hold myself together.
But these days pass, and nicer days flow by. They keep me sane.
Even though my soul hurts when the world pushes me down for being my honest self, I know I cannot survive if I were to live in a dishonest way. Like a rose blooming in the hedge of thorns, I will do my best to rise above it all.
Why am I not bitter, you ask? It is because…
Life is unfair, yes. But not me.
Thanks for reading! 🙂
The Jovial Writer 
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