elizabeth.talk

"I shrugged. "Life's not fair," I said. But those weren't my words. They were my mother's. It was something I'd heard her say countless times over the years. I did, in fact, believe life was fair. Well, not fair exactly, but balanced. Ying and yang. Good and evil. Right and wrong. Bitter and sweet. One did not exist without the other. When life is bad, you know it's going to get better. When life is good, you know it's going to go bad. If that's not fair, I don't know what is."Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies