Falling Between

Fortune and misfortune.

Fate is fickle...and a bastich.

There are some who appear to have all the luck, who are born to privilege and will never know want.

Then again, there are some who appear to have been born cursed, who are born on the wrong side of everything, and will always know want.

Millions upon millions have pondered the whys and hows of the accidents of birth that place some on a pedestal the second they are born and condemn others to a life of pain, frustration, and possibly worse, in the very same second.

It's one of the many mysteries of life, and one on the most frustrating, or at least the most challenging. The mystery of why, contrary to egalitarian thought, all human kind is not born equal.

Sure, I understand the whole "in the eyes of the law" dealio, huge farce that it is, but that's not the nail I'm hammering here.

I'm hammering the truth of life nail, the one that seems to be casually ignored by the million billions.

And that is the reality that is, for the million billions, most of the time life is going to be a freakin' hassle, a challenge, a trial by fire.

And that, for an incredibly small percentage, less than 1/1000,000 of a percent, life is going to be a walk.

Which is where the weird part kicks in. 

The weird part is physical resemblence.

For reasons beyond the keen, people who physically resemble the extremes at both ends of the spectrum, either the very lucky or the very unfortunate, often find themselves either benefiting or suffering for that physical resemblance. 

It's a truth that cannot be avoided, especially in non-homogeneous areas of the world.

That's all I've got on that for the moment, but there will be more...much more.