I’m not big on religion. In fact, for the most part, I’m kind of opposed to what it has become in today’s day and age through the organization of the various sects of religion. But I can’t escape the feeling that I believe in karma. I’m undecided on the concept of fate, death, omnipotent/omniscient/omnipresent beings and the such because it’s unexplainable to me and the only way to prove it is so far off (I don’t plan on dying any day soon). But, karma, just seems to fit so well in my life.

How so? I’m not quite sure how to explain it, but it varies from me running into a door frame and badly bruising two toes after going to help and in the process openly criticize someone for continuing to move around on three broken toes to the various thing my wife ends up spilling and has to clean up immediately following a period of time when she does something that she knows bothers one of our cats.

The logical side of me says that my perception is not a good enough indicator, while the imaginative side of me can’t ignore the appropriate reactions in life to my own actions. It’s kind of fun, but wonder where it will lead me?