What is justice?
My parents always made it a habit to ask me these kinds of questions, as it teaches me the difference between right and wrong.
They also told me that knowing the meaning and definition of those simple words would help guide me to my path to adulthood.
How I missed those innocent days of my childhood, a blissful and ignorant child who knew nothing about this world.
Eating, playing and sleeping. Those are the habits I grew accustomed to until I reached the tender age of ten years old.
To answer the question 'what is justice?', my answer is privilege.
That's right, justice is merely a privilege. Privilege of the rich and influential, nothing more, nothing less.
They keep romanticizing it as if it's something divine, something given by the gods for us mere mortals to enforce.
I hate it, and I will continue on doing so till the day I vanish from this world.
It's funny how my parents thought I would grow up just fine by teaching me Integrity and morality, and oh boy how disappointed they would be when they witness current me from the heavens.