When D and I first separated, a good friend of mine said this to me a number of times. It sounded right then. My gut instinct was to want some kind of revenge. Now that I have passed that stage I wonder if that’s really what George Herbert meant.
revenge: The action of inflicting hurt or harm on someone for a wrong suffered at their hands.
I think that the desire or need for revenge comes from anger or hatred. I’m happy to say that I feel neither toward my ex and his significant other. In fact, I never hated them. Life is too short or too long depending on your point of view. I readily admit, though, that I was terribly hurt–and angrier than I had ever been before. I’m happy to say that I now have a rather gentle acceptance of all that has taken place in my life and I think I am, for the most part, living well. And I have no need for revenge. But I’m left wondering how my living well should have anything at all to do with revenge. Or whether or not D and S are living well. I hope they are. I have no ill will. It’s gone, dissipated.
And life is good.