Why do good things happen to bad people?
Two dictators lived into their nineties. Ninety years of comfort, of control, of getting away with it. It doesn’t make sense.
We expect balance. If you do harm, harm should return to you. That’s what we know. Karma. Justice. The scales should even out. But the world doesn’t always work like that. Sometimes the worst people live the longest.
Maybe it’s a balance of energy. They carry the weight of their own negativity, and by existing they keep some of it contained. A dark centre of gravity.
From the outside it looks like reward. As if the universe is backing their path. But it’s not that simple. What looks like blessing might be a kind of cage. Wealth that isolates. Power that traps. Longevity that forces them to sit inside the world they’ve made.
And even then—it doesn’t last. Those who seemed untouchable end up remembered less for their lives than for their damage.
So maybe the question isn’t why do good things happen to bad people? but why do we think “good things” are only wealth, longevity, ease?
Because they’re not.
Maybe the real “good thing” is to live without fear. To sleep at night without ghosts. To walk your path without shame. That’s what a bad person can never buy.
Good things happen to bad people. But not the things that matter.
Thank you for reading. I hope you found it enjoyable.