By skyforbes 
We may never understand why life may seem unfair, but we can decide what to do with it.
The Mystery of Fortune’s Distribution.
Why are some born in the heart of wealthy cities, surrounded by endless opportunities, while others are born in refugee camps, with no future and no voice? Why does one person’s talent find its stage while another’s remains buried in silence?
It is one of humanity’s oldest questions, and it continues to resist any definitive answer.
We suffer on this earth because we are free, fragile, and imperfect beings, living in a world that is itself unfinished.
Life is not fair. Apparently. Some begin with evident privileges — education, health, economic stability — while others must fight each day just to survive. It has little to do with merit or willpower.
It is a mystery that confronts us: why me, and not someone else?
Angelina Jolie expressed it with piercing clarity:
“I have never understood why I had the chance to live this life and another woman, identical to me in abilities and desires, lives in a refugee camp without a voice. I don’t understand it. But I will do the best I can with my life, to be of use.”
That sentence holds the key: we may never fully understand why, but we can always choose how.
Pain and Possibility.
Not all pain is the same. There is pain that carries meaning — the sacrifice of raising a child, the struggle of pursuing a goal.
And there is pain that feels like pure absurdity: the death of an innocent, a wasted talent, a life cut short without reason. This is the kind of pain that wounds us most deeply, because we cannot justify it.
And yet, human history shows a surprising truth: even that pain can be transformed. Not always into explanation, but into momentum. Some of the greatest collective transformations have arisen from burning injustice: those who had no voice eventually found one; those who were crushed eventually lifted the world.
A Personal Reflection.
You see fragile people. I see heroes who only needed someone to reveal their hidden potential.
For me, they are heroes who passed through their suffering, transforming it into courage and love, giving it meaning.
When we suffer, the deepest pain is not the suffering itself, but our refusal to accept it. To the pain that already exists, we add our rebellion, our resentment, convinced that we did not deserve this. Inside us lives a rigidity, a refusal to accept suffering, and this only makes it grow.
But when we find the courage and grace to accept it, to give it our assent, it becomes less painful. Just as when we accept ourselves, with our weaknesses and infirmities. If we accept suffering with trust and peace, it makes us grow. It teaches us to love selflessly. It makes us gentle and compassionate toward others, and most of all — it purifies us.
But only suffering without reason, the suffering that arrives one day without warning, can purify us. For it is the only kind that reminds us of our smallness, of our inability to control everything.
Pain deserves respect. But daily life does not wait. Time passes for all, and all are called to leave a mark, to give meaning to what happens to them.
When you stop asking why about your pain, when you stop wallowing in it and instead change perspective — serving others, focusing on their suffering instead of your own — everything changes.
If you asked me why you were born whole, with loving parents, in a land of abundance — while Nadir was born blind, in a place where he must walk fifteen kilometers to school, guided by his mother — I could not answer.
If I could explain the mystery of suffering, I would be the Intelligent Artist Himself.
We demand to understand everything, to control everything. This hunger to understand comes, on one side, from our constant need for certainty, our drive to rationalize what happens to us, good or bad. On the other, it comes from our refusal to abandon ourselves in trust to Someone greater — immeasurably greater than us.
Before suffering, the only antidote is trustful surrender to prayer.
That is the greatest prayer. It purifies and frees us from suffering.
With those words, he fell silent, and the chest closed.
Mystery Turned Into Responsibility.
Perhaps the distribution of fortune will always remain an enigma. There is no formula to explain it. But one thing is certain: whatever we have — little or much — comes with responsibility.
- If you have received opportunities, they are not just a privilege; they are a task.
- If life has denied you possibilities, your dignity remains intact: value is not measured by visible results, but by the silent strength of existing, resisting, and loving.
The real divide is not between the fortunate and the unfortunate, but between those who waste what they have and those who transform it into something greater than themselves.
Living in Front of the Mystery.
The mystery of fortune’s distribution is not meant to be solved but to be lived.
- With clarity: acknowledging that life is profoundly unfair.
- With dignity: without reducing suffering to guilt or condemnation.
- With responsibility: turning our share of fortune into opportunities for others.
We will never know why life is not fair. But we can decide what to do with what we have been given. Perhaps this is the only possible answer: not to justify injustice, but to make our existence — small or great — a gift that changes the world, even if only a fragment at a time.
In the End.
We will never fully understand the mystery of fortune. But we are called to make something of it. Not to explain away pain, but to transform it into responsibility, courage, and legacy..