There was this article that kept reappearing in my social media feed entitled “karma doesn’t work the way you think” or something. Wasn’t that interested in reading it rather than the title. Somehow when you’ve lived through a few storylines in life from start to finish you recognise that the title is incredibly meaningful by itself. You look back at stories of the past or you hear young children express anxiety for the future and you smile because there are things you already know not about what will happen, but the laws you know by now govern it. The faithful calmness doesn’t come from karma, but it’s faith in the eternal interaction between the laws of life and the human you have before you, the product of billions of years of karma. Sometimes when something is building up inside, events and people might unfold and say things respectively almost supernatural in connection to your own situation. Connectivity between everything makes karma feel almost democratic.
When Jim called to arrange to meet up, I knew karma was coming. He’s one of those people who have affected my life profoundly, first time we had sex was together, first person who told me I made a huge mistake to have had a kid just after having had it and my kid’s favourite one of my friends. Essentially the most important thing we taught each other was how to love the opposite sex. We spent the day together and talked and talked about frustration and covid and married life and kids and our pretty female friends being the most under-recorded group of bullying victims. There’s something about people like that, which reminds you what you are, where you came from and then magically the stars align and something that was blocked is finally freed. Somehow you stop wondering what will happen next and you remember that you knew all along that whatever happens will not be just or good, but will make perfect sense one day.