Karma

I've never been particularly religious my whole life (Well...come to think of it....I barely even believed in any of those things....I believe there's a god, but I don't believe that god has imposed certain rules on us, which by fulfilling them, will enable us to get to nirvana, or heaven, or whatever you want to call it.)

But I'm starting to believe there's a small truth in the concept of Karma.

What comes around goes around right?

It was just yesterday...I was sitting at the canteen with my classmates. So anyway, while I was getting up to get back to class, I felt this weird feeling. Then, I saw it. This classmate of mine was giving me a certain sort of "look".

It really felt like my world had turned upside down at that moment. So many things rushed through my mind at that time...but as I walked away, I just had to laugh. To laugh at how absurd things had gone, how hay wire my life has been lately. How really sad I've felt.

Because I knew that look in my past . I had given it a million of times, as I looked at "him". As he walked away from me. As he stood in front of the class. As he stood there, trying to join in.

As I walked away, I knew all hope within me had been snuffed out. Its weird really. I know how "he" must have felt.

But all of this is suddenly becoming too painful for me to handle.

I'm drifting past these days in a blur...... in the past, I knew I would have been deeply affected by the events happening to me right now....but now? I just push them away.

There's this thing I wanna share from "chicken soup for the teenage soul" (Its my brother's friend's book. Was bored so picked it up and read it. Its pretty cool actually)

Life isn't about keeping score. It's not about how many people call you and it's not about who you've dated, are dating or haven't dated at all. It isn't about who you've kissed, what sport you play , or which guy or girl likes you. It's not about your shoes or your hair or the colour of your skin or where you live or go to school. In fact, it's not about grades, money, clothes, or colleges that accept you or not. Life isn't about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and it's not about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isn't about that.

But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It's about how you feel about yourself. It's about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance and building confidence. It's about what you say and what you mean. It's about seeing people for who they are and not what they have. Most of all, it is about choosing to use your life to touch someone else's in a way that could never have been achieved otherwise. These choices are what life's about.

While I do not truly believe in all it says yet, its starting to make a lot of sense.

Ciao.

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Illusions and dreams - Poets of the fall.