Karma

Every since I could remember, karma has worked in mysterious ways in my life and I'm starting to realize that. Like the time when I helped murder someone, someone and their assistant murdered someone in my family. That was my wake up call to stop my deviant ways of violent. Another time was when me and my friends jumped someone, then years later, I got jumped. Exactly why I don't jump people anymore. It takes stuff to be done to you to realize wtf you been doing. Now I despise hearing the term"jumping people". Honestly, I can relate myself to the show"Hello, My Name Is Earl" because it's the same situation with him. I use to steal when I was younger. I stopped because I was getting older and it wasn't a thrill anymore and I've been stolen from. Not a good feeling. Sometimes I wish that I could do stuff that other people can't but that's unfair to the human society because that's inconsiderate, selfish and juvenile to not think about other people's thoughts or feelings on what I do to them. Karma never fails in my life. NEVER. But it only works for bad stuff that I do. Because I've been doing nothing but good and good hasn't come back to me. Oohh well, that's life isn't it?