Life is unfair. The fates do not give us what we really deserve. The good die young. The wicked prosper. Aging and death confront us at the very time that we are best able to enjoy the fruits of our labor.
Life is unfair. Destiny is less generous than it ought to be. The summer is too short. The winter is too long. Floods, drought, and disease arrive as uninvited guests. When we think that we are finally in control of our lives, some unwelcome surprise reminds us that we are not.
Life is unfair. The righteous often look so plain, and the wicked seem so attractive. Healthy discipline is hard, and harmful pleasure is seductive. Appearances are deceiving.
So the message is clear. Since life is unfair, since the fates are unjust, we have to make up for it. We have to bring some order into this moral chaos. In defiance of an uncaring destiny, we shall strive to be fair. In the face of an indifferent universe, we shall work to be just.