Whatever lies will help you rest

They say that life would not be complete without the pain and sorrow. That the heartbreaking lows of life are what make us who are. If that’s the case then my life must be so very complete. I can’t help but think though, that this is just what the tragic amongst us tell ourselves so that our misery has a purpose. Because surely God, karma or whatever power it is that takes these decisions out of our hands would not put us at the mercy of fate if it wasn’t for some reason of greater good? But the older I get and the longer i’ve waited to find some sense in this world; the more I think that there is no purpose, no order, no sense. That bad things happen to good people, the truth will not always out and justice will not be served. Some call this bitterness and pessimism; I call it being prepared. The way I see it, I could grow very old trying to wait for karmic payback. Or maybe its just as simple as getting a tax rebate or something. Maybe if I just had Karma’s address I could write a letter:”Dear Karma, I appear to have paid with much more than my fair share of tragedy and would very much like some back payment of good karma. Please see my destroyed spirit as proof of this payment. Thank you.” But then again I don’t think you can write cheques for cosmic credit.