Audio (MP3): 20180503 - Karma doesn't torture us
While I was sitting with my nicotine withdrawal earlier, I was saying my morning prayers, asking god to take my nicotine addiction away, take all the pain and discomfort. And then I started to get crabby because these withdrawals have been going on for well over a month. Fucking Greg.
And then I kind of scolded myself, “God’s got nothing to do with this.”
My nicotine withdrawal is the consequence of decades of smoking. My smoking. No amount of praying is going to take that physical pain away. Sure, the cosmos can give us everything we need to make it through our struggles but we still have to deal with any bullshit that we’ve created.
And then I think, “haven’t I suffered with this enough?”
And then I think again, “no, karma is fair and balanced.”
Karma doesn’t torture us. We do.
Sometimes I think that I struggle more than I should, though. I can and do make life harder than it needs to be. I’m just not good at it. I know how to make crazy. Because it’s my go to.
And then I was thinking of what Scott Peck wrote in the late 70s:
Life is difficult.
Nothing else stood out in The Road Less Traveled more to me than that. Not that I’m on the same cosmic level as him but I think it would’ve been more appropriate to say that “life is balanced.” He may have wrote that, too, but I don’t remember.
Sure, life is hard and full of struggles but it’s absolutely magnificent, too.
Just living can be frustrating, disappointing, aggravating but it’s also fulfilling, magical, and surreally spectacular.
So what to do when I’m annoyed with myself and the mess I’ve made? When there’s nothing left for me to do on my end? I stop thinking about me and my horrors and look around to see what else is going on. What’s good happening in the cosmos?
Because even when the sky is gray and the air rainy, the world is beautifully overflowing with sweet Jesus goodness. It’s got flowers and everything.
fiatlux423 · May 3, 2018 at 10:38 am
“Fucking Greg” is the new “Thanks Obama.”
Yep. I even say it when I’m by myself.
Haha yep!
It’s got a nice ring to it
Kelly K · May 3, 2018 at 5:53 pm
Who’s Greg?
Who is Greg you might ask? That is a very good question.
Greg is Norwegian. A simple man with locks of gold and a mustache to match. Muscles toned and tanned to a reddish brown. The women adore him and his fanny pack of Caesar spiced croutons. His wit is quick and his axe is sharp yet his heart is as pure as the Newfoundland snow.
He often can be seen wearing only but knee-high leather boots, the best Corinthian leather generally saved for the gods. His ranch dressing is spicy but palatable, chivey yet smooth.
If you listen closely you might just hear him sing a little ditty about Jack and Diane on a warm summer night. There’ll be a twinkle in his eye and a dab of parmesan on his lip.
Kelly K · May 3, 2018 at 6:44 pm
Greg sounds like a fine man. Where does he hang out?
fiatlux423 · May 3, 2018 at 6:52 pm
Greg may seem like a real cool guy, until you get to know him. He ruins everything. Fucking Greg.
A dab’ll do ya. Do ya real good.
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debbie · May 3, 2018 at 10:39 am
Thanks for sharing!!!
Yep!
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Kelly K · May 3, 2018 at 5:54 pm
Nicely said.
Thank you!
Kelly K · May 3, 2018 at 6:31 pm
I don’t know if this visual will be an encouragement that you are on the right path, but it showed a pretty clear picture to me.
https://www.facebook.com/shelley.ann22/posts/10213811608661975
I can’t watch anymore!!!
Kelly K · May 3, 2018 at 6:43 pm
Sorry! I hope that didn’t offend you. I had just never seen it presented so clearly before.
On another note, who is missing their healthy lungs???
Nope, no offense taken. It’s just grizzly 😊
Kelly K · May 3, 2018 at 7:09 pm
It is awful.
He’ll wrip your lungs out Jim!
—-Warren Zevon
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JJ · May 3, 2018 at 7:50 pm
My exes name is Greg… fucking Greg!
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Dan G · May 4, 2018 at 1:18 am
We admitted we were powerless over nicotine and that our lives were unmanageable. Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity. Maybe the patch is the pain. God will do for us what we cannot do for ourselves.
25 years ago I threw my cigarettes in the river and asked God for help. When I felt like smoking I said to myself “but I don’t smoke anymore”. I felt good about giving up smoking because I was powerless. It took almost a week, but it’s been gone ever since then.
It’d be nice if it were that easy for everybody
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