A friend lost a long battle with a bad heart the other night. He was one of those truly good-hearted people who was there for everyone he knew. I can only hope that he now rests in a place that knows no suffering.

They say bad things happen to good people and his example affirms the adage. I’ve always hoped that bad things happen to bad people and the universe operates with a sense of justice. Another part of me is thankful for the karmic imbalance because surely I would be dead if I received what was deserved. It could be argued that the heartaches and misery I have faced is evidence of bad things happening to a good person yet I feel deep down I am not good. I fear any shred of compassion I have is just to fool the forces that judge my actions. 

Someday the truth will be revealed but until then I will have to hope (for my sake and the rest of mankind) that the universe is merely random and I am neither doomed for death nor glory.