What goes around, comes around. I'd like to think that I shouldn't put revenge on my own hands. The universe got me, God is on my back. I'd like to think that I shouldn't worry about how people would treat me nor what they would think about me. At the end of the day, they are the reflection of the words they say and the actions they take.
I'd like to think that karma is my best friend, it's my ally that always save me when I'm being stabbed behind my back. It's a good friend that would also slap me in the face to bring me back to reality after I lost my path. It's also a mirror reflecting kindness and uncertainty.
I have an interesting negotiation with karma. I'll give "good" and I'll receive "good." I'll give "bad" and I'll receive "hell." For real, karma accepts apologies but first I need to taste my own medicine. It doesn't taste sweet, not bitter, nor sour. It's a whole lot of burning sensation – which explains perhaps my soul is already burning in hell.
The perks of being aware of karma is that, you're not fighting it anymore. Accepting that I needed that punishment because of my wrong actions. Feeling guilty and defeated while suffering the consequences. But it's always a reminder that we should be mindful of our words and actions.
Sometimes we tend to think that we're the victim and we rely on karma to find justice for us. But we need to realize that sometimes we become the enemy that karma will keep on hunting until we learned to apologize.
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