venting

when all i want to do is wave my fist heaven wards and vent... i hold back and write it out, amidst torrents of tears or just a numb mechanic slow locomotive way. it works and i am spent but this time round i am prolly holding back more than i can say and i dont know how to write it out but ..
anyhow, l learned that negative energy, emotion and all that is anything but delight giving is destructive and at times its all you get in life and you die and no one understands why...
i met a few people, who talked about something i understood so deeply words alone could not describe it from me to them what it was i wanted them to understand, all they felt was the pain caused by what and who had hurt them. i didnt want to defend the action but i wanted them to know i fully understand how it happened and not fully why but at least, knowing how and what it is is a step to healing. but i noticed they chose the easier path, the vindictive path...to make it right, to get some satisfaction and it wasn't helping and no one was letting up. i understood why they decided to do the revenge thing, ' revenge being served cold is truly an awesome dish...then what?
so iam venting like i said or am i?
why does all theses bad stuff happen to unsuspecting innocent people who dont know they are being played with?