Life will never be fair — and it never should be.
Fairness implies sameness. But life is not a courtroom, and humans are not equal vessels. Even if everyone were returned to the same baseline — the same resources, the same starting point — sameness would never hold. Difference is not learned; it is emergent.
Attempts to flatten difference do not erase hierarchy; they distort it. When contrast is forcibly suppressed, it sharpens underground. Artificial sameness produces exaggerated division, harsher and more brittle than the natural variance it tries to deny.
You see this lie everywhere.
“Everyone is beautiful,” people say — until someone is told, you’re beautiful like that obese woman. The recoil is instant. Suddenly, beauty was never about perception. It was a moral placeholder. A word emptied of content so no one has to confront taste, preference, or desire.
When people say “everyone is equal” but still sort, rank, desire, exclude, envy, and elevate — what they’re really doing is lying about the mechanism while still obeying it. That lie breeds resentment.
Let ugly be a thing.
Let beauty be a thing.
Let mediocrity exist exactly as it is — but never confuse it with excellence. Not out of cruelty, but out of respect for truth. Acknowledging this is not my lane is not self-rejection; it is maturity. Not every space is meant to hold everyone, and not every contribution is inherently valuable simply because it exists.
Exclusivity has a function. So does rarity. So does discernment. When everything is declared equally valuable, value itself dissolves into noise. Participation trophies do not protect anyone; they only muddy clarity — and clarity is not violence.
A simple example: I have no literary talent. I would never call myself a writer. I struggle with coherence, I’m naturally clumsy with language, and writing does not come to me with ease. I use tools — including ChatGPT — to refine my word choices and structure because I am, at best, mediocre at this craft.
Why deny it? Why sugarcoat it?
Do I feel shame about it? No.
Do I think I’m entitled to praise or to be called “talented” when there’s nothing to justify it? Absolutely not.
My worth is not dependent on my ability to write. And I won’t disrespect the literary world by inserting myself into it under a title I haven’t earned. That doesn’t diminish me — it clarifies me.
And yet, despite the lack of talent, I have perspectives to share. So here I am. Not as a writer, but as an author of my own thoughts — using whatever tools are necessary to say them clearly.
So find your lane. And if it does not exist yet, build it. Stop demanding entry into spaces that were never meant to contain you – that’s so energetically cheap.
Be a work in progress without self-contempt.
Be above average without guilt, don’s feel sorry for the mediocres.
And stop running away from yourself.
