Inverted Karma

  

There is a popular saying where I come from and it says something like we all are carriers in life: we are constantly walking the same roads, therefore we will all cross ways at some point. If I pass you on my way and you do not help me, there is a possibility that I see you in the same situation at some point and I might choose not to help you, so be aware.

I think it is the earthly way of explaining karma.

We all understand how karma works. It is universal justice put into practice. Or so we would like to believe. We all figure that we have to do good to receive good. But what happens when we have received bad and later we have the opportunity to do bad? What happens when karma turns around and harms someone who’s harmed you first?

If the wheel spins and it is your time to be the lucky one, should you help the unlucky one? Is it bad karma to go against karma? Or is it bad karma to not do anything?

In the example of the carriers that I explained above, if I don’t help someone who hasn’t helped me first, are we even? Is it one action designed to counterbalance the previous one or does karma work like mileage points that you endlessly accumulate?

Are we even allowed to decide that something has happened because of karma or are we just not the ones to decide?

In the end it’s all about whether we are constantly creating karma and whether we are significant enough to be an active part of it.

Would you still call it karma though, or reciprocity? I guess this line of thought can be expanded and extended forever, so I will leave it to each of you to debate and decide.

We’ll do the best we can I am sure.

 

(This post best read while listening to :

Caring is Creepy by The Shins)

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This Is It (Flying High)

This post is number one hundred. This post is written from the bottom of a knot I feel in my chest. This knot thinks of me from time to time and insistently bumps my insides to remind me of its presence.

I can feel this knot growing every time I look into one particular person’s eyes.

We whisper to each other all sorts of things, and I know that it is each other’s knots speaking. They are connected one.
It is amazing how these knots have brought with them a new measure of time. Before they were there, a year was a thousand years, and now fifty years is not long enough. A lifetime (our lifetime) does not seem long enough.

Any words we could possibly utter are not deep enough, and we know this because we’ve used them all.

They can not fully express what we feel so we stare at each other and we let our knotted insides talk. They know. We know.
This is bigger than me and bigger than us. It is overwhelming, it feels bigger than life.
I know when we’re gone we’ll be there, we’ll find each other again.

He started being the little island I could escape to whenever I needed to, now he’s fully becoming the ground I stand on.

This is the first time I don’t feel I have to look further, like I have to keep searching. I don’t feel scared that tomorrow it might not be what I want.
This has to be what it feels like. This has to be it.

 

(This post best read while listening to:

Higher Love by Depeche Mode)