As a little girl I was told to believe in karma.
Growing up, I was fed with ‘good happens to those who do good’
I believed in it
I put my trust in God
And felt deep pain, sorrow, repent when I broke God’s “faith”
I prayed at night
Hoping for a prettier tomorrow
Because I, a hopeless fool believed in the divine
The restorer of balance, of justice and stability
But does it really exist?
I question it when I feel injustice is being pushed down the throat of those who don’t deserve it
From that beggar on the street to the child refugee lying flat face on the sea
Is it really about karma
Or was that all just a cruel joke?
When I have kids, do I teach them about karma and doing good in the world when I am an example of all that doesn’t exist?
When I see the ones who made me cry laugh and get away with it
And this is when I refuse to believe all I believed in it
Sometimes God really disappoints…