Karma is a supreme being.
Doesn't sound much like me, huh? I know by now, you are used to my cinical way of looking at things (mainly myself), and talk of karma and supreme beings isn't really jivving with the nature of these posts.
Karma is my German Shepard. The most tenacious, ferice, loyal creature to roam the earth. This dog would follow me to the ends of the earth and back if meant he could stay by my side. Whether it be hiking, mtn biking, canoeing...whatever, he would turn himself inside out to keep up.
It used to scare me sometimes. I remember him collapsing under a tree after a paticularly fast decent of the Putt-Putt trail in Cache Creek one time. Or the time he swam half of Slide Lake and nearly drown, simply because I was in a canoe without him. One time I even hiked to the top of Mt. Taylor with him, giving him two peanut butter sandwiches and the rest of my water at the top for fear he would run out of gas. This dog one time locked himself in our truck and proceeded to try to eat his way out, cause he was on the inside, and we on the out.
This dog simply has no fear, and a total disregard for himself when it comes to something he wants.
God, I envy him.
Unfortunatly, it isn't until now I realize the things he has taught me. I want nothing more than to be fearless to the point of stupidity. I want nothing more to be tenacious in the face of futility. I want nothing more than to attack everything I do with the ferocity of my dog Karma.
Karma died this morning.
After 11 years together, I have finally learned the lesson he was trying to teach me all this time.
Karma suffered through 2 months of discomfort and 2 days of relenless pain...all cause he wouldn't let go.
I took my first ride of the new year outdoors today. It was a beautifully sunny, 47F degree day. I rode for 1:20, all the while thinking about what I had learned.
This year...I wanna be like Karma.
