Home of the fumbler…

It’s funny but given it’s over, the only thing that bothers me are visions of *my* behaviour during the last couple of years. The scenes replay as if on cue – if I am in the kitchen, it’s about what I said when we were in the kitchen together. If on the couch, a couch related scene. It frustrated me for a while because I kept telling myself I did not do this, she did. I don’t feel the need to assign blame or rationalize this anymore though. It’s all good.

As the Buddha said, we are not punished for our deeds but for our deeds. It does not matter how things ended, who ended it, who was at fault. At the end of the day, you are left with your own set of consequences irrespective of cirumstance. Karma is brutally emotionless and unsentimental, if anything.