This just in: let’s pretend that science has proven that karma is a thing. Your words and actions will influence what happens to you in the future. How (if at all) will you change your ways?
Excuse me? What if science proved it? How about “for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction”?
And even if that doesn’t prove it….. who cares! Science is dogmatic in this day and age but it changes all the time! What was considered ‘true’ 100 years ago does not apply today when it comes to science and yet we are asked to put our blind faith in it.
The belief in karma goes back as far as, and even before, written history. It hasn’t changed.
It’s a fact for me. I’ve lived my life with karma in consideration for years and years. You may think you got away with something but years later it will come back and bite you in the ass. Or it might just wait until your next life so you won’t be able to figure out what the hell is going on, at all!
Right now I’m trying to imagine not believing in karma and how would I live my life…….. hhmm… maybe that’s what wrong with people!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Karma Chameleon.”
I live in peace. It’s a thought I’ve been having lately and confirmed in many ways so when I saw the word “peace” for today’s Stream of Consciousness I repeated to myself; “I live I peace.” That’s really something because I haven’t had peace for years, decades….. but now I do.
I had a terrible, childless marriage but now I have no children to worry about. ‘People are only as happy as their saddest kid’ is true. I have children In my life because my sister had kids but I don’t worry about them like she does.
My mom had Multiple Sclerosis and lived in bed for the last 20 years of her life. She lived to be 80 and see her first grandchild so I’m at peace that she has passed on. Her crappy life was on my mind everyday, I know she’s much better off now.
I had to start my life all over again at 55 (I don’t really want to get into it right now, if you are interested then you can find stuff in my blog) and now I’m 62, working part-time in a grocery store. I couldn’t ask for a better job (better pay maybe). I make cakes in the bakery and I work on cash. It’s great to have two different jobs in the same place.
When my marriage broke up (‘broke down’ is a better term) my ex decided it would be better to mortgage our house and get rid of me than go to counselling. What was devastating to me then is now seen as a blessing. I live in my own little house with woods on 3 sides. I’m off the main road which is only busy in the summer, anyway, as I’m a few blocks from one the best beaches in Ontario.
Today I have the day off and I’m going to do housework, inside and outside. I’m making new friends who might drop over tonight.
I’m finally “getting a life” and I’m at peace.