Once upon a time nice and genuine people thrived in a twisted world. The ideals of Buddhism and all religions in general rely on the karma of good/bad people. Yet I am unable to achieve or see such circumstances.
When I was young, I detested the Green Day song "nice guys finish last". Nowadays I see the paradox that they broke; I realize no matter how hard a human being tries to be conventional only to be denied their unselfish ambitions. When blood is shed, you better just back up and make the other bleed worse.
Good karma always brought shit luck!
Inconsistently consistent.
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