Letters to the Editor
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karma at the kitchen sink
Hi Mr LW,
I'm sorry for your predicament, and that you're really suffering right now. However, you need to get over yourself, and start to figure out more creative ways of dealing with your situation.
I'm sure karma does exist, but the way it operates is pretty subtle and unexpected. Just because you think this is retribution, doesn't mean it is. But it also doesn't mean you'll escape the consequences of your actions, in one way or another. You come across to me like a hardened, coarse sort of guy, the sort whose wife I'd feel really sorry for. You could use a bit of good karmic balancing (hah! couldn't we all-specially me!)
To make reparations for the karma of sleeping with prostitutes, how about volunteering a couple of hours after work with vulnerable drug addicted people - the sort who may otherwise turn to prostitution to fund their habit? Provided you know that you'd be trustworthy enough to be around them, of course. Or it could just be any volunteer position that you do to make amends to the universe. And how about making amends to your wife? Not by a confession, but by treating her with respect and love and patience and fulfilling some of her desires and needs. Like cooking her lovely meals, or whatever it is that you're capable of that she would appreciate.
Sometimes if you keep coming up against a brick wall, (like with your job applications) then maybe you need to disengage for a while and just accept the situation while you look for some other way to expand your horizons. Keep looking, scan the local paper for opportunities or meetings or whatever, to do something interesting and worthwhile. And sometimes suffering is part of the path. It can help, like Cary says, to bring you to a place of humility, and the different perspective that goes with that. Suffering can bring you to your senses.
Having said that, if you keep on crying a lot and are really down, you may want to temporarily try anti-depressants to get the energy and perspective to see things in a new light, and help you move forward. Prozac was a God-send to me once.
wish you (and your wife!) good luck!