There’s hardly any elbow room in that tiny gap between justice and vengeance, but they aren’t the same thing. One craves restoration. It seeks to repair a breach. To rejoin the jagged edges where corruption made a merciless tear.
The other seeks the momentary satisfaction of being right.
Tempting as it is to let my sense of worth teeter precariously on the one-upping of That Guy, I will not have a life driven consumed by the blind, unproductive venom of vengeance. I simply will not have it.
Because that isn’t a life.
The day is coming when I will know how to truly fight this pretty little devil. Until then, I simply have to put my wild imagination to bed, and let go of the need to prove myself a good girl.
How do you draw the line between vengeance and justice?