When I was younger, I used to believe in Karma. It made sense to me–you do bad things, and bad things happen to you. Do good things, and good things happen. I guess from a logical standpoint, it’s…well, it’s sensible.
One day, I abruptly stopped believing in Karma. I have never been in so much pain. It was awful. You know crying? We all know crying, but really crying and wailing. Yeah. I looked up at the sky and told myself I’d never done anything shitty enough to deserve what I was going through. Sure, I’d done awful things, but nothing awful enough to warrant that.
And besides, good people meet horrible ends. Innocents are murdered. Children are kidnapped, or worse. All too often, the bad guy gets off free. He sits in his plushy armchair while his country starves. How fair is that? Life isn’t fair. It will never be fair.
You can believe whatever you want. If you believe in Karma, so be it. I won’t bother you. But my opinion?
It’s complete bullshit.