What We Get

“People don’t get what they deserve — they get what they get.”

And maybe it’s so hard to accept because we find comfort in believing there’s some kind of justice holding all of this together. Some reason behind the pain. Some reward waiting at the end of it all if we just stay good enough, kind enough, loyal enough. But there isn’t—not in this lifetime at least.

There is nothing promised to you just because you were good. No happy ending guaranteed because you loved deeply or kept your word. Some of the best people live their lives in quiet suffering, while some of the worst seem to float through untouched. Cheaters always find someone new to cheat on. Emotionally volatile people always find an emotional punching bag. The cycle continues. The world doesn’t correct itself the way we think it should.

This could be seen as a bleak perspective, but I don’t think it is. I think it’s honest. Because when you stop waiting for justice here, you stop questioning every unfair thing that happens to you. You stop tearing yourself apart trying to make sense of what won’t ever make sense. No answer will ever be enough, because maybe the answer doesn’t live here.

It is what it is. And maybe that’s not the end of the story—just the part we get to see.