Spitting in the wind

I’m a Libra.  The Scales.  I live for balance.  I like things to be right.  But that’s not always the case.  I don’t like it when things are unfair, even though I know life isn't fair.  I really, really don’t like it when my family is hurt.

I recently heard Christina Perri’s Jar of Hearts. 

And who do you think you are
Running 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don't come back for me
Don't come back at all
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?

I know someone like this.  Someone whose self-absorption and arrogance destroy everything in her path, every relationship, every hope of a relationship.  Who do you think you are? Puppeting those around you, telling others what to do? You have no right.  Who do you think you are?  But there is no way to show her what she does.  It’s like spitting in the wind. 

I know someone else like this.  (Apparently, this is a more common situation than it should be.)   This time it is one of the hearts in someone’s jar, one of the victims.  Her pain is due to other factors.  And there is little hope of her seeing him in his true light either.  Again, spitting in the wind.

Hearing the song (a beautiful one) and seeing the video brings it all up and frustrates me.  I want justice, I want retribution, I want them to SEE who they are, what they do, and what is happening to them.  I argue in my head and I argue out loud.  But I know there is no avenue to pursue, no way to bring this injustice to light.   I know it's not up to me.  I know it’s spitting in the wind.

So I’ll give it to God.  At least I’ll try.  He will bring justice where there should be justice and retribution where there should be retribution.  And that’s not spitting in the wind.

Jar of Hearts