Your best experience getting rid of something
A few years ago I would have never dreamed of kicking anyone to the curb, no matter how much grief they had caused me.
I didn’t lay awake at night hoping people who had crossed me would find themselves chocking on cherry pit or sailing through a windshield.
I guess I believed in Karma in a very big way so I never let that anger eat it’s way into my soul. I never even let that fire or anger work it’s way into my stories.
I’d talk about a million and one cool ways I’d like to take revenge, but at the end of the day I just wouldn’t let myself feel it.
I really believed that there was a price to be paid for that kind of thing, so I was careful what I wished for.
Karma, I believed was like the Universe- it demands balance.
And then one day I decided that this Karma thing is a bunch of hooey.
I’ve been watching people do whatever it takes to get themselves through the day.
You know how the Aztecs would haul people up and do thousands of human sacrifices a year?
That’s nothing compared to the mischief, the meanness, the skullduggery the ” me first ” or ” I DESERVE to be happy” spiel I hear before someone takes out a knife and jams it into the back of their friends or family members because, oh Hell, they don’t need a reason.
So what happens to these people?
Not an effing thing- they merrily go on using and hurting their nearest and dearest or their friends or anyone else who happens to be close at hand and despite the pain and obvious chaos they cause they don’t stop.
Ever.
Well.
I don’t believe in Karma anymore. I think its wishful thinking- that when we’ve been hurt or injured by someone Karma frees us so we can go our merry way because the Universe will sort them out.
So you don’t defend yourself, you don’t ask for justice and you dare not wish for revenge.
I’ve come to the crossroads in my thinking, and I’m thinking it time to let that kind of thinking go.
It’s a nice idea, a great concept but I’m not so sure it has a place in the real world.
Does it?
