At Jie jie's wedding i was reminded of an old Irish Blessing.
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
In that moment, in the serenity of the church, I realised that I wished all that for Lost One. I breathed a sigh of relief because it was all finally over.
But a few days ago I learnt that Lost One has had a spot of amazing luck and has been given the opportunity, for a little while, to live the nomadic existence that we both so coveted. And upon hearing this I was engulfed with a myriad of conflicting emotions. It was amazing news but yet I was finding it hard just to be happy for him. And it was an alien thing to me as I have never had that problem before.
Bad things happen to good people. It's horrid but we deal. But conversely good things happen to bad people, and for some reason that smacks harder and stings more than the opposite situation. There's a certain heightened sensation of injustice to it. You can't help but wonder where the Karma is in all that.
He was unrepentant and showed no remorse, perhaps it was an edifying thought that he was not where he wanted to be in life. That some part of him wasn't quite happy, wasn't quite satisfied. Perhaps though I forgave him and I wished him well, I didn't want to wish him too well. I didn't want anything bad to happen to him, I just didn't want anything too good to happen.
I suppose that makes me a bad person in some way.
Maybe I do give a whit.
And maybe that just makes me human.
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
In that moment, in the serenity of the church, I realised that I wished all that for Lost One. I breathed a sigh of relief because it was all finally over.
But a few days ago I learnt that Lost One has had a spot of amazing luck and has been given the opportunity, for a little while, to live the nomadic existence that we both so coveted. And upon hearing this I was engulfed with a myriad of conflicting emotions. It was amazing news but yet I was finding it hard just to be happy for him. And it was an alien thing to me as I have never had that problem before.
Bad things happen to good people. It's horrid but we deal. But conversely good things happen to bad people, and for some reason that smacks harder and stings more than the opposite situation. There's a certain heightened sensation of injustice to it. You can't help but wonder where the Karma is in all that.
He was unrepentant and showed no remorse, perhaps it was an edifying thought that he was not where he wanted to be in life. That some part of him wasn't quite happy, wasn't quite satisfied. Perhaps though I forgave him and I wished him well, I didn't want to wish him too well. I didn't want anything bad to happen to him, I just didn't want anything too good to happen.
I suppose that makes me a bad person in some way.
Maybe I do give a whit.
And maybe that just makes me human.
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