The Karma Club

Karma comes after everyone eventually. You can't get away with screwing people over your whole life, I don't care who you are. What goes around comes around. That's how it works. Sooner or later the universe will serve you the revenge that you deserve.

I mean, how sad is it that I needed a freaking Facebook profile to tell me my boyfriend was no longer my boyfriend? As if Facebook is the official record keeper of relationships and you have to confirm all breakups and hookups with this sacred online registrar before you can consider them certified and approved.

all human beings have control over their own destiny. that is, after all, our purpose on this planet. not to interfere with the lives of others but to shape our own experiences.

the universe has a place and purpose for everything and everyone. sometimes we cannot know what that place is. or what the purpose of everything that happens to us will be. that is why we must allow the natural order of things to occur.

but not only did you seek to achieve balance in your life but you also sought to achieve imbalance in someone else's.

we must follow our own path, and sometimes that path can be laden with bumps and curves and rivers to cross. but we cannot block the paths of our neighbors, for that is not our place. we can only seek to groom and shape our own.

you cannot obtain balance by also seeking imbalance.

We can only fix our own lives. We cannot play the role of gods in someone else's.

And if we judged everyone by who they were and not who they've learned to become, well then I guess none of us would have any friends. Including me.

We've been so focused on the concept of punishing those who have caused us pain that we've completely disregarded the entire other half of what Karma is.

But trust me, that feeling is nothing compared to the one you get when you actually help someone who didn't think that anyone ever would.

I think the very definition of a good deed is putting someone else's feelings in front of your own.

The worst thing you can do when someone is sick is to tell them that they look sick.

We can only fix our own life. We cannot play the role of Gods in someone else's.

My mom tries to comfort me by saying that girls like Heather Campbell tend to peak early in life and then quickly fade. That's why she looks so much better than everyone now. But by the time I go to my ten-year reunion, I'll be way prettier than she is. To which I always reply with the same statement, "I don't want to be pretty in ten years. I want to be pretty now." Because what good is it to me now that I might or might not be drop-dead gorgeous when I'm twenty-seven? It's not like I can go to school every day with a big cardboard sign around my neck that says, "Trust me, in ten years, I'll look like this." And then an arrow pointing to a picture of a supermodel.

If we told every story from the middle, we would never appreciate happy endings.