I’ll probably write about this a lot, hence the v1 tag.
Karma is a difficult concept for me. I know what it means, I just don’t know if I believe in it. I respect it though. Just to be safe.
Google foo defines karma thus:
(in Hinduism and Buddhism) the sum of a person’s actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in future existences.
I think I am a person of good intention. Granted, my view of ‘good intention’ is biased. Granted, what I am must surely be viewed as vile to some. And virtuous to others. I can’t help to think that what I put in to my environment must surely influence what my environment puts into me. I’m not talking about a tit for tat interaction. I’ m talking about generalities and trends.
I was given a bottle of booze last weekend by a close friend, during a party where such a jewel, if found, would be consumed in short order. I was really honored by the gift, and I wanted to protect it. So, I hid it. I hid it so well that I can’t find where I put it. I’ve searched many times. It is either in my house, in a hiding spot too clever for myself, or somebody saw where I put it and then stole from me. I am not ready to accept the latter. No. So, it’s here, right under my nose, and I can’t see it. Because I have no understanding of who I was yesterday.
Karma? Here’s my karma:
I had this thing.
I wanted to hoard this thing.
I hid this thing.
I don’t have this thing.