Unfortunately there is no way to take revenge on life. We just take it as it comes. A severe stroke struck down my oldest son in the prime of his life three years ago. Recovery is a long painful road and I wish I could do something to make his suffering go away.
He lives on the other side of the world, so when he tripped over his cat and broke his leg, I just had to go visit him. I haven’t seen him for nearly 20 years, since he turned his back on his family. It was a wonderful, if sad, reunion.
The worst part is, he has no memory of the family he left behind, and no memory of the reason for the long, sad estrangement, the day he ran away from his wife and three little boys, with no goodbye other than an emptying their bank account and leaving them no money for food or rent.
I suppose I could rant and rave and wail to the gods, wasting away every moment of my existence in tears. How hard it is to cool a wrath-filled soul. But instead, I choose to be happy every single day for the rest of my life, may I live to be 100.