No  promises for a fair life; that was a nursery rhyme or story to get children to sleep or for the sick to possibly recover

You can be good and you will still be betrayed
You can be honest and you will still be called a liar
You can give everything and watch someone choose the person who gave them less

The world does not keep score of how much you suffered, because it has no heart

It only asks:
“What will you do with it?”

Somehow, that is the cruelest question of all, because it never ends.