An eye for an eye

Juan - Springdale, Arkansas
Entered on October 22, 2008
Age Group: Under 18
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I believe in an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. It is a different form of justice that satisfies my anger and calms me down. Barbaric, cruel, and wrong. That is how some people see and describe revenge, but as for me, I just see it in a different aspect.

I really don’t consider something revenge unless you do something more then they did to you. What I mean is that, for example, if someone hits me and I hit back, I don’t consider that revenge. If that person hits me only once and I hit back twice I consider that revenge. It’s sort of a balance scale that, if it gets uneven, I have to even it up again. In a way it’s kind of “what goes around comes back around”, but it usually doesn’t take as long to get even. In other ways it has also helped me calm down and even out other emotions.

I had always believed in this, but I didn’t realize it. I did realize it when I was with my friend. I had gone with him, who was angry at me for some reason, to go climb a tree. The walk wasn’t long and we got there soon. The tree wasn’t tall, just about three meters high. I climbed it first and then my friend. I was half way up hanging upside down and was already trying to get right side up when all of a sudden by friend kicked my right foot off and my left leg was cut by a branch. I landed on my back and laid there a while because my head and back began to hurt. When I stood up my leg was bleeding from, about, a two inch cut. My friend was already down and, out of anger, I picked up a branch that was lying on the ground, ran toward him and stabbed him on the arm. After a few weeks our wounds had healed and developed into scars. I didn’t regret what I did because it was fault.

Revenge is usually not the first thing that comes to mind when thinking of justice but it’s a sure way to accomplish it.