I used to think my role in Life was to achieve Great and Important things. Don’t be one of Those, be one of Them. ‘Those’ are the people on Cops, the people with beaten sofas on their front porches, the struggling souls who try and try and never make it.

‘Them’ have many levels, from the NASCAR lover with the big RV to the Ferrari drivin’ designer-shades-on-top-of-the-head asshole who winters in Maui. I was aiming for a healthy mid-range: nice home, nice surroundings, nice vacations, decent amenities. Life with cash in the bank. I wanted a quiet, comfortable space in Time.

But aha! You know the saying, “Life is what happens when you’re busy making plans.”

My only question is.... Where does all the energy go?

I believed if you worked hard enough with focused energy and determined will, you could forge your way to your goal. To be honest, we were there for a spell- at least close enough to it to experience the pleasure in our pores. And it felt mostly nice.

But then Life happened, and we slipped along to a new space not exactly of our choosing.

So.... all that energy, all that Karma, all that will and determination... where did they go? Do they flutter away and randomly attach themselves to another soul- and create what we call Luck? Do they sink into the earth and latently get reabsorbed into into the rock and the strata? Or do they quietly sit in a Karmic piggy bank, waiting to be used again?

Can I one day renew my energy deficit and start again?.....