“No Man nor Woman is equal, so long as we compete, or if it is when we do not love, or if it is that we are not dead.”
– Modern Romanticism
Life is a competition. Anything besides love or death, is a fluctuation of stampeding revolution. For it is not life that is opposite from death, as it is love which is. Both love and death are equal, in power, making everything of the in-between as able to be prepared. As it is, we are never prepared for the onslaught of love, in our blindness. And, we are never prepared for the oncoming death of ourselves, being blind to its exact moment.
In life, we are able to choose. We possess freedom. Neither in love, nor in death, and we possess freedom outside of such shelters. For we cannot choose to love nor to die, unless suicide has an element for either. If for self-destruction, in suicide, with love or death, then it is not of either. It is due to absent trust, that a person commits the act of suicide. With choice, we are better able to deconstruct to analyze, to understand that the death of another gives us meaning to move on. Through choice, we do destruct, we do fell the thing that was deemed as needless or a burden, so that we might have our freedom.
To the concept of fairness, there are battles for it. Through choice, or with freedom, or with competition, there are battles in this endless war. A war for freedom, for one is not gifted it. People are meant to earn their lives, as they earn their supposed fairness. People are born, yet that is the gift to be loved. Though, once independence unto individualism is able to be maintained, there is what has been earned. The life for the individual, the place for them, the way for them, among all principles and standards that this person has developed themselves upon. It is to fairness, that to introduce or to gift it, welcomes slavery into a realm. What else defines the slave, except for their inability to earn their freedom or fairness?
To introduce fairness is to make things unfair for those who are wishing to earn it. In this, skillsets lessen, and people will worsen. Death is the result, being the equality that is opposite from love. We die, in something that wasn’t earned. We do not love, because we failed to recognize what is equality.
Modern Romanticism 
Very well said! 👏🏻 Too many expect all the bounty of life to be handed to them on a silver platter without an ounce of hard work. But it’s the work that gives the reward it’s value in the first place.
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As one earns their life, one earns respect as well as trust. One earns their freedom. As well, one earns their reward through hard work, as you said.
I simply view this love of fairness and equality as a way to dismount the individual. As I wrote in this post, we are not equal when alive. We are always competing and wanting to better another. Yet, in the workforce or in some other area just as available for the opportunist, there wants to be “more” equality. It’s almost as though it’s proving me right in the belief that we cannot be satisfied, if we cannot be equal as living, competing persons.
Like I also wrote, we can be equal when in love, such as to look around ourselves to find appreciation for all we’ve strived to accomplish. Sometimes, in that moment when we want more, because of our unending dissatisfaction, we just have to stop to take a second to soak in what we have done, versus either what is damaged or has not yet been achieved. That is what I call love… or what should be known as “gratitude”.
If life is all about awareness, then it’s all about what we trust. We are fragile, in such a sense, because we cannot trust everything. However, we can love everything, just as we understand all things end, at some point.
I say that love and death are equal, because they are unequal to ourselves. Not equal to ourselves, as the living and competing persons of ambition and achievement, because such forces compel us to halt in our movement.
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