But there is a strange power in that realization. When we stop waiting for a cosmic scale to balance itself, we realize the only balance that exists is the one we create. We don't do good because we expect a reward from the stars; we do good because the world is unfair, and our kindness is the only thing standing against the dark.
We love the word "Karma" because it promises a predictable world. It suggests that if you are kind, the universe will be kind back, and if you are cruel, the shadows will eventually catch you. It turns life into a ledger—a math problem where everything eventually zeros out. But then comes the moment that breaks the logic. Non ГЁ il karma!
It’s not karma. It’s just us. And that has to be enough. But there is a strange power in that realization