Life is not fair

The weather and the whole view outside my window bring me into a nostalgic mood. Why is life not fair? I've always thought that if I am good, people will also be good to me. If I am kind, I will also be treated kindly.
But I've learned that life does not always give me what I think is my due. It's like a crude awakening for me.
Then what can I do so that I will be treated fairly and live in peace with people and with the world?
Wrong question. I cannot do anything because it is beyond my powers to decide how others or life itself would treat me.
So how can I, at least, have a certain measure of peace? I know it isn't easy, but I've got to discover joy that is within me, which no person or circumstance can rob me of. As I said, it is not easy, but I have had moments when despite the abnormality of everything around me, I still survive. I do not say that I am smiling or that I am happy or my former cheerful self. But I am still breathing and surviving, so I guess I must have something within me.
Going around begging people to like me, or changing myself just so I would be accepted is a sure recipe for disaster and lack of self-esteem. People could be cruel, I've learned it the hard way; though this doesn't mean that I've given up on people.
The call is to go deeper and to drink from the fountain of living water, so that what I offer to people is not my needy self wanting to be satisfied, but an integrated person, or at least someone who is on a journey to becoming one, ready to offer and receive true love.