Revenge
“Revenge is a dish best served cold,” you tell me. “They all mock me now, they look down on me and sneer at me. They call me weakling. They’re just waiting for me to die so they can take over. But they underestimate me. I can bide my time and wait. I’ll make them all pay and they’ll regret it, soon enough.” “The best kind of revenge,” I say to you, “is to live your life well and prove them wrong. Show them that they’re irrelevant and they don’t affect you.” “Oh, I’ll certainly prove them all wrong. I’m going to start living well. I’ll surprise them and lull them into a false sense of security. And then I’ll strike when they least expect it.” * * * Y ou’re proving them wrong. You persevere against the odds. You don’t sicken, you don’t die. You don’t take a step back and fade into obscurity. You step up to take the reins, and you take co...