...don't make a right. Or so the saying goes. Neither does one. Or three. Or a dozen. So what is the answer when you've been wronged? What can make it right? Maybe nothing. Maybe the scene is so bad, the hurt committed so heinous that there really isn't any corrective measure that can be taken. How can you get over it? Most of us live and learn, make do with what we have, and hope for the best. But the wrong, the black spot, is still there. It can be a personal assault. It can be an institutional practice. What is the answer?
We do what we can. We look at the situation, change what we can, accept what we cannot, and take measures to prevent a reoccurence. At some point we have to draw the line, to prevent it from destroying us. We can't let it continue eating away at us, or we become it.
We don't have to do it alone. We can get some help. Bad things happen to good people. But things change. Perhaps the meaning of life is working things out. There is no real alternative.