This time we have a guest blogger here. A few weeks ago I started a post on how life is not fair. This is the ultiamte second part, the ending. From the rain forests of Amazon to the deserts of Sahara ya all, please welcome the guest and enjoy the next few minutes, or couple thousands of babies.
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Every ten seconds, 45 new babies are born around the world. By the end of this sentence, 90 parents will experience the one true essence of life, the driving force of life on earth. By the end of this sentence another 45 helpless creatures will leave their warm haven in the womb and enter their one life in this world. Some baby boys will be greeted with a tearful mother and an eager father and will be warmly wrapped in a brand new blue blanket.A few baby girls will be greeted with the sunken-heart of her mother and the cold shoulder of her father who curses his sonless fate. No matter what, every one of these innocent beings will enter an unparalleled fate and chart an unmapped path. Why? Life is not fair. No one has the same opportunities, no one will make the same choices, and no one is bestowed with another’s destiny. These children will grow up with different childhoods, some will be loved, some will not. Some will face mostly rough patches, some will sail mostly smooth seas. Regardless, every one of them will one day find another breathing creature that makes their fires inflame and their secret tears flood. They will experience the unexplainable feeling that some call love, others call infatuation, and most fear to acknowledge. Many will experience heaven with their beloved, holding hands with fingers interlaced, and glowingly walk through the crowds as though they are on clouds.Others will deny the feeling and choose not to be satisfied with their sun and throw themselves onto the many lone planets.Some won’t even be so lucky.Because the common story: he says all the right things at exactly the right times, but he means nothing to her and she doesn’t know why. She fiends for the quiet guy who has her convinced that she alone can change him, that she alone can make a perfect guy out of him. But he never responds to her, he wants nothing more than to understand why there will never be a girl for him; until he wishes he himself were a girl to his best guy friend. The chain of unrequited love and wasted fixation.From these innocent adolescent days, these kids will grow up and chart their own paths. Some will take over the family business; some will have to find business to support their premature family. Many will be lost and most will be sidetracked. Not everyone with intellectual curiosity will set foot in the academic world. Those with eccentric passions will be stifled by the endless conventional wisdom of cautious and protective parents. Maybe some will rebel and enter the black hole that is their dream. Few will emerge into the Milky Way. No matter what, everyone will diverge further from the familiarity of those childhood wonder years.Life will take on a routine, commitments will become stiffer, and relationships thicker. The work is mundane but you know you are secure. The work is exhilarating but you don’t know when you will be gone. You never know when you will reach the threshold of happiness that you blindly work up to. Then the absolutely unexplainable arrives: your own child. You may beam proudly at this person that is a beat of your heart and share of your soul. You may continue unaware that you had ever created a soldier for the world. Whatever you do, by the end of this sentence, 45 individuals will scream in unsynchronized pitches that play into the universal harmony of life. They will chart their 45 individual paths, make every mistake you made, achieve some of your triumphs, and grow farther away from you.Whether you see all of it, whether you see them see it with their own children, one day you will leave. Some go before, some go after. Whenever it is, it is random and not fair. Looking back, those thirty years spent behind that office desk you cannot recall at all; those thirty seconds spent staring into that person’s eyes, you just can’t forget. Whatever you lived, it was random and not fair. Whatever you experienced, it was random and not fair. Because a life is not like anyone else’s, it is entirely unique. Life is not fair, it is even better.
-- Tana Jambaldorj
