Karma is a Currency

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Stuck in another boring meeting, Bill threw a glance out the window. He didn’t look too different than any other morning. There was no one else. Nothing in the room but the desk, but the clock. Bill checked his watch. 6:30 a.m., almost the end of the day. With a sigh, he sat back in his chair and leaned forward in his chair. As he did so, he noticed something off. He got up from his chair to see something out of the corner of his eye. His wife sat across the table from him in her usual place of business. His hand went to his pocket as if to find the ring he kept there for just this occasion. He found it, then looked at her. “What’s wrong honey? Why are you so angry at me?” The way she said it made him feel… nervous.

She just looked at him with her beautiful brown eyes that he had fallen in love with so many years ago. Her bright green eyes that had lighted up when she was happy, filled with curiosity and curiosity. She was just as gorgeous as when they first met, but now they were grey, and looked so old, almost too old. Her face didn’t hurt as much. She looked back down at her papers. She took a few more bites of her breakfast before she continued speaking. “I just want to be able to see you again. Every morning for the past eight months, but every morning, nothing changes. Bill, I know you’ve been asking for months, and that you’re a lot more happier than you are now. However, I think it’s time we move on. It’s time we moved on from this life. Maybe we’ll be more comfortable together.”

“Okay. I don’t know what you’re getting at,” Bill’s voice cracked and he couldn’t keep the tears at bay any longer. He didn’t understand. “But I’m tired of this life. This whole damn job. It’s like I’m stuck in an endless cycle of meetings. And it’s like you always do this.” 

The tears started to fall again, but this time, they stopped. Bill sat in a chair with tears streaming down his face as well. He tried to hold back his sobs. His wife was right, he had been doing this for so long. He was so caught up in the past and the present. He couldn’t help himself. He took a deep breath and pulled himself together, still crying. “I don’t know what you want me to do. I don’t know how to change the past. Everything I’ve done is so damn wrong. I’m tired of everyone looking back at me with pity. And I just want you to know that I’ve done the same for so long. I was young, but I was also pretty young. I still remember how everyone around me looked at me. I thought I would never see them again. Now I do.” 

“You’re still young, Bill. I don’t know how to change that. You know how everyone looks at you with pity? Well, I haven’t changed that. I’m tired of feeling pity. I’m tired of feeling sorry, just as everyone else does. What about me? Do I just have to put up with being treated like garbage? I think I’m starting to understand what you are feeling. You aren’t even living a decent life anymore.”

“Oh, honey. I’m sure I’m starting to understand, because I know this isn’t a healthy life. That I’m not a part of it. I’ll try and change things around, but there’s nothing I can do. The world is like a big clock and I can’t change it.”

“I think you’ll find this life isn’t a normal life. You know that right? I think that you’re just going to have to live like this. No more people looking at me and asking me why.” 

“I don’t know what to do. I’m so tired of this. I’m just tired of everyone treating me like dirt. I just want my mother back. I love her, but I’m just tired of feeling sorry for myself. I can’t do this.”

“You’re right. You’re sorry, Bill. I’m sorry, but you have to.” 

“But I can’t. It’s been seven months, and I’m already so tired of living like that. I don’t want to do this anymore. I have something more planned.” 

“You have to do what? You’ll just have to prove to yourself that you can?” 

Bill looked up at his wife. “You know what? I’ll prove to myself that I can.” 

“Great, it’s time to set things right.”

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