Big Life Lesson

This one's a doosey.
I learned it early in life.
I used to not like it.
I have accepted it.
And I am at peace.

Life is not fair.

It never has been & probably never will be.
All one can do is deal with it.

Comments

  1. BeckyApril 28, 2010 at 5:24 AM

    WHAT??? Its supposed to be!!

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  2. AnonymousApril 28, 2010 at 8:04 AM

    Amen sister! But life is still good and beautiful even if it is sometimes not so fair.

    loves!

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  3. Grandma TurtleApril 28, 2010 at 11:29 PM

    Life is not fair, and it's okay. :)

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  4. Barlow FamApril 30, 2010 at 11:23 PM

    Sad but true. I'm loving your blog. Trying to think of a great question for you. Hmm... Oh, and love all the candles. Awesome!

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