The world is suffering. It has been suffering forever, it seems, because there has always been inequality. We fight with each other, curse others and struggle within ourselves because we weren’t given a winning hand, or in many cases even a fair chance. And no one seems to care about your chances because they are worried about their own. We are all left to play the hand we were dealt.

We have choices in how we will play our hand. Some will throw down the cards and scream, “This isn’t fair!” Some will fold and sit on the sidelines without hope. Some will cheat. Some will accuse others of cheating and demand recompense. Some will make deals or alliances. Some will try to play fair only to get knocked down by someone else’s greed. The scenarios are endless in this game and, one way or another, we are all players.

Everyone has been given free will to make their choices. Everyone will make mistakes. Few will admit their mistakes to others or to themselves. Some will make more than a mistake, they will make a conscious decision to do someone else very wrong.

I know first hand about gross injustice. I tried having my day in court. It only brought more disappointment. It would have taken thousands of dollars that I didn’t have to prove the depth of my case. That in itself is an injustice, is it not? The entire system was built to be corrupt. It is a cesspool of rot. Don’t get pulled in. No one ever leaves happy. Justice isn’t every really served.

Injustice hurts. So much of the time no one seems to care unless it affects them personally, too. The injustice that happened to me didn’t affect anyone but me. So, it didn’t matter how loud I screamed. No one could be bothered to stand beside me and fight it. They had their own battles. It is a heavy weight to bear injustice alone.

In my case, there were the main characters, of course, but there were also many people who played smaller roles along the way. Their selfish decisions facilitated the bigger con which cost me something I will never recover.

After a long time of wrestling with the burden of hate and disgust for the people involved, I noticed how it was affecting so many other aspects of my life. It was preventing any chance I had for a happy future. Sure, it may not be the future I envisioned before the big con, but that did not mean I couldn’t still find happiness in other ways. So, I would start quite simply by doing what was not done for me that could have made all the difference. I would start truly caring for others and their burdens.

Starting small, I decided on no more road rage. What’s the point in it anyway? It doesn’t hurt to simply let someone go ahead.

Someone cut me in line? Ugh, oh well. Their insensitive behavior doesn’t need to ruin my whole day.

There’s a homeless woman standing in the rain. I’ll give her my umbrella. I have another one at home anyway.

The man sitting alone at the diner looks a bit sad. I’ll buy his breakfast.

Open the door for this person. Smile at that person. Thank the mail deliverer and the garbage collector. Help the neighbor with their groceries. Take time for a cup of tea with a friend who needs someone to talk to.

Be the one who shares friendship and love. When you share it, it comes back to you many times over. Your heart becomes full and there is no longer room for hate and disgust. It becomes easier to forgive.

I now feel quite sorry for the ones who did me terrible injustice. They have a very lonely life. Some people may call that justice or karma. I call it a choice. It’s never too late to make a different one. There is always hope.

Love and friendship to you, dear one.