A grudge can be a terrible thing, it is not something to hold onto, attempt to train, nor to hold into remembrance; but, it is not to be compared to fairness, justice, or accountability.
I went outside for a breath and the wind tarried, but the sun glared in my eyes. Finally, a crisp, sharp gust arose, and my lungs filled in relief. I frequently forget to partake in this freedom, but I am always grateful when I do.