"Choose your enemies well." "Choose? How does one choose their enemy?" I asked. "When the time comes you'll know," gran told me. Many long years transpired, however, before I understood what she meant. Now... one of my names is Nemesis. And I have chosen my enemies so very very well. For I chose the most predatory, most vacuous evil ever found. "Why are there evil people?" I asked my gran some years later. For this woman had suffered more than most at the hands of evil men. "They are half the yardstick we measure ourselves by," she said. "Half?" I asked. "You will see in your enemies everything you are not, or wish to never be again. You will see in them all you would excise from yourself and the world, that which should be cut out and cauterized. In those you detest most of all you will see (as if painted by Rembrandt himself) the opalescence of evil, and the myriad of shapes and qualities it takes." "And the other half of the yardstick?" "Some you will wish to emulate, wish to copy, for their life-affirming lessons create in you the desire to grow, to become more, possibly the best version of yourself. For in these people you see the best and highest aspects of God." "When you take the measure of any man, determine first if they possess qualities you want to see more or less of," she often said. Now, what feels like a million years later, I have made for myself a myriad of names, Nemesis 2nd among them. And believe me when I say - I have chosen my enemies well. For I chose those who prey upon our weakest, those who exploit the difficulties our brothers and sisters have faced for personal gain. I chose liars who abuse the mentally ill and children, those who happily steal bread from our grandmothers' mouths. I chose those who rut like pigs and call it glory, those who root for themselves and their kind alone, then spend their days luring children into the abyss. I chose those who ignore the cries of the sick, the homeless, the ever-marginalized, who they weaponize as political tools. I chose the worst among us - those we all would love to see rot. Those who have formed the ever-pervasive clot - which disallows integrity and growth. For the heavens have opened. Our eyes have cleared. Hearts can no longer be deceived by false idols and their Machiavellian ways. Soon there will be no place for them to hide. No imagined Hero to take up their side. Soon - they all will face the inevitable tide. For my name is Nemesis. X 02/17/2024 © Raena Exe 2024 *All rights reserved.
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