Patiently waiting for the universe to fix this. Portfolio: grudges, long-term.
They won, and you did something strange: you smiled. Not because you're happy — because you know. The Eye has reviewed your portfolio and the strategy is consistent: you don't retaliate, you don't footnote, you don't even vanish. You simply... wait. Somewhere in your cosmology there's a ledger, and it always balances — the arrogant get humbled, the lucky regress to the mean, the villain's sequel always flops. 'Enjoy it,' you think, with the serenity of someone who's seen the end of the movie. And the Eye admits: your faith keeps you civilized. You never do the ugly thing, because the universe is your designated enforcer and you refuse to do its job for free. But here's the line item you skip in every audit: while you're holding, you're also on hold. The promotion you didn't fight for because 'what's meant for me will come.' The conversation you never had because 'they'll get theirs.' Patience is your virtue and your alibi. The universe does balance books, occasionally. It has never once been your employee.
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