Reality doesn’t grade on a curve: either you pass its inflexible criteria or you don’t (and risk getting eaten).
So, reality doesn’t care wether you are doing better than your peers or even if you are doing your very best. Each subsequent pig built a better house than the previous one, but none could withstand reality (a wolf with a serious lung-capacity and a bazooka in this case) and they all died regardless of their effort.
I remember encountering this same idea in Orwell’s ’1984′: