Your comment reminded me of a recent interaction I had with my dad.
The other day I was hanging out at my dad's house on the back patio just drinking beer and chatting, and the conversation turned to my venting my frustrations against particular people I had encountered in my life who did such dickish moves yet have never suffered adequately (in my opinion) for their actions.
I've had a bike stolen, too.
I very honestly confessed to my dad that there are people I wish were dead because they keep doing others harm and it seems that, despite repeated opportunities to "repent" as it were, they will never change. This was very hard for me to tell my dad because I grew up (and still am, but not necessarily good at it) Christian, and Jesus' whole deal was loving one's enemies even unto death. But I still can't do that. I can be civil and act kindly toward them, sure, but internally I still want to throttle them or beat some sense into them. Sometimes I even regret having shown kindness to the assholes in my life when I could have called them out on their shit, gotten revenge, etc.
And I went to Bible college. I should be better than this, but I'm not.
My dad told me, "Son, this is probably going to sound like some Eastern, fortune-cookie wisdom, but you've got to accept that, really, control is an illusion. You aren't able to force people to not be assholes or idiots, and even if you were to try, they'll just escalate their dickery. The only real choice you have is whether to let it go or not, and Jesus showed that letting it go doesn't have to mean being a pansy."