Chapter 47: SOFIA
Someone once made this statement:
"Life is a partial bitch, giving more to those it favors and barely offering any to those it despises"
And I truly resonate with those words.
How was it that someone as privileged as Richard Wellington, was endowed with other talents on top of those already in his possession?
It’s simply unfair. Downright partial. If I didn’t know any better, I would say that he charmed life and in so doing, was endowed with more than he was supposed to have.
It’s already unfair that he was born to inherit a name that opened doors. To a family that was stinking rich and then he had to be blessed with such looks.
As if that was not enough, he is also really smart. Plus, he’s good at being a leader, and now it seems he’s not only one hell of a designer, but a terrific artist as well.
It’s just too much. Tendentious, even.
How can someone be so many things at once? How can someone who already possess so much be given so much more?
Does it mean that life is truly biased? Does that mean that the concept of yin-yang was a myth? A fantasy conjured to allow us believe that there’s an existence of balance. To fool us into believing that both sides of the scale are actually equal.
Anyway, I don’t live in that bubble. I guess my mind’s just too swith to fall for such spells. Or maybe, the stark contrast of my life to Richard’s formed the walls around my mind, warding it against the lies of equality.
Life is unfair and anyone who thinks otherwise is simply foolish or stuck brainwashed in a sit-com.