Have you ever done something that you know is wrong but convince yourself that it's alright? (I bet your feeling guilty right now.) We've all done it. Maybe it doesn't seem that bad. It won't hurt anyone right? Or maybe you just have to do it or else everything will fall apart. How desperate do we have to get?
I can't tell you how many times I've just let hurt or wrong done to me stay in the back of my mind. I'd conjure it back into my mind again and again, hoping that somehow I could deliver the justice that I so longed for.
Edmond Dantes, in The Count of Monte Cristo, sets out to exact revenge on all his enemies after they dealt out injustice to him. He devotes more than half of his life to ruin those who imprisoned him and kept him from marrying his love. Yet in all of this, he does not account for his love for Mercedes to change his plans. Also we see Count Morcef (also known as Fernand) being exposed for his crimes. As Alexander Dumas so quaintly stated "Moral wounds have this peculiarity - they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart"(The Count of Monte Cristo).
We all may hide but come to find that in hiding, the wrong just festers, burrowing deep into our souls. Those choices we make can cause
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