Yesterday, Meg asked me whether it messed with her karma to wish someone bad karma for the harm they’d done her.
So far as I know, no one goes through life without being screwed over at one time or another. Meg is in her early twenties and currently discovering that the odds we will always be treated fairly are so slim as to be irrelevant. She has a petty, malicious, despicable boss who hates her, and — more importantly — is too weak to fire her outright, and too immoral not to screw with her.
My advice to Meg is simple: Quit her job, find a better one, and instead of dwelling on the injustices done her, demand for herself a better job and a better life.
Unless I’m very mistaken, wishing people harm for the harm they’ve done us is usually a trap. It focuses us on the past, about which we can do nothing. It distracts us from our most important concern — creating our own happiness. It’s actually a ridiculous escape from the challenge of living well.
Living well is the best revenge.