Justice as an Injustice

            There are a lot of different ways to define "justice". For example,  Merriam-Webster defines justice as "the process or result of using laws to fairly judge and punish crimes and criminals". How do we really know that's justice? Because that's what the dictionary said justice means? They say that it's to fairly judge and prosecute criminals, but what if the person being prosecuted isn't a criminal? What if they were framed and unjustly accused? Is that fair? It's not, is it? That person committed no crime. They committed no injustice, so how is it just to punish them and not the people who actually committed the crime? Just the concept of justice is baffling. There are so many ways to define justice. Not everyone will have the same opinion or definition of it. Some may say that justice is rules and laws that are set in place to benefit the wealthy and the powerful; others may say that it is the obligation to pay what you owe and do what you're supposed to do; while others still might think that it is doing good to your friends and harm to your enemies. If you take all three of these definitions or opinions and combine them, you still don't actually get the definition of what the word means.                          Socrates' basic argument for the concept of justice is when the soul is in order. He is saying that the three main parts of the soul are in check: the Appetite, the need to satisfy something, the Spirit, the emotions and feelings or ambitions, and the Reason, the rationality of a person. When the soul is in disorder and is at war with itself, the person with that corrupted soul is unjust. Socrates is saying that in order to be just, you have to have all three parts of your soul in check. The emotions can keep the appetite in check, the reasoning can keep the emotions in check, and so on and so forth. The concept of justice, no matter the definition, basically states that everyone can be, and probably has before been, unjust. Though we try to be just for fear of consequences or for hopes of recognition, we still fail sometimes. No person is perfect; there's still room to improve on everything, including being just.