Now the odds of this happening just after I had blogged about it were just too small to be a coincidence. It just has to be Karma. Do you hear me bugs? I'M SORRY. I'm sorry for calling you gross and ugly and horrifying. I'm sorry for saying you're mean and terrible creatures designed to cause me misery. I'm sorry I insulted your exoskeletons. NOW PLEASE GET ME SOME GOOD KARMA BACK.
There aren't a whole lot of things I believe in, but one of them is Karma, mainly because I've been it's victim countless times. Anytime I do something even slightly bad, like speeding, white lying, excessive drinking, Karma makes sure to give me a good slap across the face later down the road in the form of paper cuts, a stain on a new shirt, or an unbearable conversation with obnoxious people. Cause and effect, action and reaction, all that shit is scientific and proven.
The Karma Cycle
Now everyone always feels like they are on the bad side of Karma, because it's much easier to see the reactions of bad actions than of good ones. But that's because we are always pessimistic and spoiled. A nice day when you aren't working, finding a $5 in your pocket, finding the perfect dress 50% off, it's all a "job well done" pat on the back from Karma.
HOWEVER.
There are of course certain people who are either completely selfless and do-goodish and get completely shafted by Karma anyways, or there are the users and abusers who Karma seemingly overlooks without doling out any much-deserved consequences.
But I'm still holding out hope that in their next life the good-doers will be rewarded and the users and abusers will get reincarnated as mosquitos. Because Karma always get its way in the end.
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