We Are Not Equal
© ENTER by DELAFOI
You and I, we’re not the same. We’re different by nature, and I’m not going to change you, and you’re definitely not going to change me.
We might be equal, but I’m not sure that’s even a real thing. Equality? Isn’t that just an idea? A philosophical aim, a theory to improve your chances of sleeping better?
“You can scream yourself hoarse, saying it’s unfair. You still have to play the game with the cards you’ve been dealt.”
Because nothing is equal, we all have different starting points, and we all carry our baggage. You can scream yourself hoarse, saying it’s unfair. You still have to play the game with the cards you’ve been dealt.
And unfair? To whom?
To you? For having such useless cards this early in the game? Or to us, for having to cope with your loud voice?
Your equality is an illusion. The game has already started. The clock is ticking, and the only notion of fairness is that it’s never going to stop. If you’re here to win, you’re playing it wrong. You’re never going to gain on me, and I won’t ever gain on you. Your life isn’t mine, and I never even wanted yours.
We are humans. It’s the only thing you and I have in common. We are history’s ongoing flood wave. Unstoppable in a way, but doomed as such right from the beginning.
The rest is up to you and God.
