Hope & Karma

Holding on to hope, when karma takes time...

Some days, I feel like I have done everything right. Tried to be good. Tried to be kind. Helped people when I could, even when it took something out of me. Worked hard, stayed honest, done the right thing even when it was the harder thing. I have walked the longer, lonelier road, trusting that it leads somewhere meaningful.

And yet, life keeps testing me. Curveballs that come one after another - personal, financial, emotional, professional. Sometimes I wonder if the universe is asking, how much more can she handle?

And still, I show up. With patience I didn’t know I had. With faith I am constantly rebuilding.

Because just when I think I have made it through one storm, another one shows up. And I start again; learning patience, holding on to faith, telling myself this too shall pass.

People see my Instagram and think I am living my best life. The smiles, the sunsets, the laughter - they see the highlights. But those are just the few moments that kept me going. We post them not to lie, but to remind ourselves that joy still exists somewhere in the middle of all this chaos.

No one sees the rest of the day — the doubts, the exhaustion, the panic that creeps in when you are alone, the quiet tears in the shower.

There are days I almost give up. I ask myself - what’s the point? If you do good, live right, stay kind… shouldn’t good things follow? Or is life just a long list of tests checking how much faith we still have left?

I know there are people who have it harder. And yes, I have plenty to be grateful for. But pain doesn’t work on a scale; it just weighs you down until you can’t breathe.

And yet, something inside keeps me going. Maybe it’s hope. Maybe it’s that quiet, stubborn belief that goodness doesn’t go to waste. That karma remembers. Even if it takes time.

So I wake up again, take a deep breath, and start over. Because maybe hope isn’t about knowing it will all work out; it’s about choosing to believe it might.

P.S. I didn’t write this to be comforted. I wrote it because sometimes it helps to know we are not the only ones asking these questions; the only ones tired of being tested and still trying to stay good. If you have ever wondered what the point of it all is, you are not alone. We keep going, not because life gets easier, but because somewhere deep down, we still believe it’s worth it.