This morning I heard someone who believes wholeheartedly in Karma say that if something is taken away, as it is for everyone in life, at some point or throughout, something replaces it. I was stopped in my tracks by the philosophy and immediately thought about the loss of my mom and the loss of my vision. And I can’t stop thinking about it.
I suppose at face value this belief should offend and infuriate me. I mean, the idea that anything could fill up the gaping, oozing hole in my heart since my mom’s passing or that destiny and fate will reconstruct the eradication of my life as a result of the loss of my sight is PROPOSPOROUS.
Isn’t it?
And yet my reaction to hearing this idea was a profound sense of comfort and, from somewhere deep inside me, the knowledge that this is true.
In writing this post, I have been trying to identify what karma has delivered to me in correlation to these two unquantifiable losses, and the fact is I can’t. Of course my family (I consider my friends to be family) are an obvious answer but beyond that I just don’t know.
Call it faith, call it hope, call it positive thinking, call it Santa Claus. Call it karma.
Ironically, I can’t see it, but I know it’s there.
