Fairness puts the twinkle in the stars. – unknown
Life is not fair.
Whenever I hear those words I think of the first time I remember hearing them. I was about ten, leaving a carnival, all the other girls piling into the seatbelt-free space in the back of a station wagon. My parents weren’t incredibly strict, actually quite the opposite, but seatbelts were a non-negotiable must. It wasn’t even something we argued about because, well, I guess when you don’t give your kids a ton of limits, they take those you do give as having merit. Or maybe I just thought it was stupid to not wear a seatbelt. Maybe both.
I knew I’d have to sit alone, where there were seatbelts, where I wouldn’t be part of the chitchat and giggling and the inside jokes that would develop during that ride home – absolute pre-adolescent torture.
I could feel tears welling in my eyes as I looked up at my friend’s father, the driver, and said, “This isn’t fair.” And he looked at me, shrugged, and said, “Life’s not fair.”
And that was that.
Life is not fair. My friend’s dad might have been right. But it doesn’t stop me from wanting to try and make things as fair as they can be.
I will fundraise, petition, march with signs held high for causes I believe in. And as a writer, if I can bring attention to a topic that concerns me, I will.
As a journalist I share the facts; when writing screenplays and stories, I get to make stuff up. But fiction or non, I believe that research makes for great writing.
With fiction, some subjects I immerse myself in, others not so much. It depends on the project. But writers need to do their research. They need to be careful about the amount of artistic license taken for the sake of entertainment. After reading the stats from a new study on mental health issue facing today’s youth, I feel even more so. We owe it to them.
Life is filled with unfairness, but if we could all help one another to lighten the load it would be nice, wouldn’t it? xo a.