Unfairness

I don't think it's fair somehow.

For them to live on, while he died. For them to laugh and love and have beauty to behold everyday, while he must watch from somewhere that does not allow him to feel any of it.

I know it's a terrible thought. I try not to grudge them any happiness. But it is just not fair that some stay and some go, and the ones who stay enjoy everything life has to give. The feeling of hope, the thrill of a dream come true, the wonders of just living every day as it comes. Some days the beauty of what I see around me makes me wonder if it's fair that I'm living and seeing and breathing and doing all of what he will never get a chance to.

It's not fair at all.