I learned at a very young age that life isn't fair. Not one bit. Life is one huge thunderstorm with small, significant, lapses of clarity here and there. Tiny, wisps of happiness that the universe just throws in kind of like a half-hearted apology for all the other shit it put you through, but then it goes right back to its abusive ways.
Life isn't easy, its not fair and it sure as hell sucks, but who doesn't love a good thunderstorm right?
"I think therefore I am." René Descartes