For lack of inspiration I write this piece on a very trivial yet ever-present thing in my life. They say that what goes around comes around. And could not help but wonder, is this why the world, my world in particular, is neck-deep in shit?
I’ve seen karma work her way in other people’s lives and mine. She was there when that little kid was running toward my little brother, stone in hand, and he tripped and broke his nose. Had he succeeded in hitting my brother, I would have broken his neck.
She was there when I snuck out of the house in the middle of the night to party and ended up sleeping outside the door because I forgot my keys.
She was there when someone grabbed a man right from another girl’s nose only to end up having some prettier girl do the same thing to her after two years.
She’s there when some woman puts a lot of men on hold and ends up having nobody because they all got tired of waiting.
She was there when a slave-driver ends up having everyone resent working under her.
She was there when a slave-driver ends up having everyone resent working under her.
She’s always there when I decide to sleep during my shift and I end up going to the office on my rest days to catch up with work.
She was there when I broke up with C to be happy and now I’m miserable and he ended up, according to him, happier than he ever was.
Karma is that force that makes one realize that hey, I knew this would happen but I did it anyway. And if I remember it right, it can be related to my least favourite subject: physics. For every action, there is always an equal opposite reaction. You find creative ways to hurt somebody, in the end, you end up hurting yourself.
I’ve spent the last few months of my life flinging shit all over the place. Now I’m neck deep in it and I don’t know how to swim my way out. Now tell me, ain’t karma a bitch?
