I Thought I Wanted Karma. What I Needed Was Release.
There are moments when someone hurts us and, even if we never say it out loud, a part of us starts waiting. We wait for them to regret it, for life to show them what they lost, for something to happen that will prove that what they did was wrong. Maybe a relationship ends badly. Maybe a friendship breaks. Maybe someone overlooks you, replaces you, disappoints you, or simply continues with their life while you are still trying to understand what happened. And because you are hurting, you start watching. Not obsessively, perhaps, but enough. You notice what happens to them. You wonder whether…
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