There were times I held resentment in my heart, even towards loved ones. Maybe my feelings were justified if harm was done to me. This does not mean I sought revenge, but sometimes, if I had the chance, I would extract payment.
Maybe the action was small – an expression, a tone, a subtle sarcasm or maybe just a fleeting thought of ill-will. The other person might not have sensed it… but I got what I wanted.
Other times, I hauled out an elephant of evidence with an “I-told-you-so!” or “Remember-when-you-said-this!?” or “Remember-when-you-did-that!?” With these lines I extracted blood from my victims since payment was due.
But what if I changed the rules? What if I always let the scales tip in the other party’s favor? What if with every transaction, I was left with less?
What if I let them take my blood?
Who would I be like then?
With him, the scales always tip in our favor. He walks in perfect balance.