Karma.

Karma is a strange idea. There are various definitions....

Karma is a sum of all that an individual has done, is currently doing and will do. The effects of those deeds and these deeds actively create present and future experiences, thus making one responsible for one's own life, and the pain in others.

Supposedly, karma explains "evil." It explains why bad things happen to silence our whining, "Why me? Why me?" All of those sayings..... "We reap what we sow or What goes around, comes around" roll into one larger concept: karma. So yes, bad things happen to bad people and good things happen to good people. But at the same time, karma explains that our lives crave balance. We need both the good and the bad. We need to hurt and to be hurt. We need to love and to be loved.

And here, I don't really know what to say. It was a time of growth. A time of daily ups and downs. I was working on figuring myself out. Figuring out what I wanted from life. And what was best for me. I was longing for my good karma to kick in. I'd made bad decisions before and I didn't want to repeat those bad decisions. So then, I open up. I decide that I need more to life. I attempt to ask for what is good for me and to avoid all of those other things. Yet, I get no response. My karma must be waiting. And waiting much more patiently than I. Nothing bad is happening and nothing particularly good is happening. I, for one, do not want to wait any longer. I'm tired of sitting and waiting for answers. Tired of waiting for all of the perfect pieces to fall in place. It'd be nice if my karma could drop me a note. Let me know that it hasn't forgotten about me. That the natural ebb and flow of life is at a lull right now but will soon pick up its pace, whether that be good or bad. I'll take that note via snail mail or electronically.

Karma, where are you?

Good things come to those who wait....