Life is not fair

Life is not fair.
At times it is amazingly bright, dazzling to the soul and majestic to the spirit; other times it is insufferably dark, gloomy to the eye and aweful to the heart.
Life may be bright or dark but never just fair.

Life is not fair.
At times, life will be stacked in your favour, you'll feel as though nothing can hold you down; other times life is a notorious trickster, you'll know that it only waited for you to reach your highest to pop your bubble.
Life can be favourable or unkind, but never just fair.

Life is not fair.
At times you'll feel as though you're the best equipped to face the challenges in your life, you control your destiny; other times you'll approach the racing blocks only to find out that others have been given a headstart that overshadow your fine qualities.
Life may be a cheat for you or a cheat against you, but never just fair.

Life is not fair.
At times, to be human may feel to be the most sexy concept of existence, life is filled with joy and adventure; other times, life is an ugly exchange of utterances that achieve nothing but partial delay from inevitable passings-on.
Life can be beautiful or horrid, but never just fair.

Life is not fair.
To be fair is to be apart from life.  In other words fairness is death - just as it feels. Why then should I be fair?
I can be unfair for good or for bad, but I can never just lay down and accept life has passed.