i find the word justice to be contemptible. perhaps this ramble can explain it…
suppose you are in love. perhaps you know them, or perhaps you just know they are out there somewhere. perhaps you keep turning up. wherever. but they never show. but you keep turning up. you keep wandering about, fishing for clues, going with your gut. turning up.
well that’s life. that is what life is like for all of us. it’s the business of just turning up again.
but then suppose one day you wake up and have an epiphany regarding how unfair this all is. how unjust. and so you stop turning up.
well that’s justice. it marks the death of a soul and the birth of a victim. if we look back hard enough we can find the places where that die was cast, the first betrayal, the first betrayed. those clarity-ridden moments when standards got the ok to slip.
and so you change. you think you are owed stuff. you think you’ve had a bad deal. you got parties to blame.
and once you acquire a taste for justice, you becomes something else again, something picky, isolating, patronizing and segregating. something harsh but fair.
my advice. blame noone, measure noone, just keep turning up.
and have a merry christmas.
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the mee goreng of life – dear god? – well for a start at least