Late last year I was in a horrible car wreck. I fractured my neck in three places, crushed my hand and severed many tendons, broke some ribs, cracked open my skull and suffered a bunch of other more minor injuries. But I was lucky: I lived. And while in the hospital I felt like I had gotten a reprieve, and that my life was a gift. I had never felt that way before. I was calm, and thankful.
I decided then that I would do what I had always wanted to do: write. I had used writing throughout my life to make it through the dark spots, to express myself as much as I could and work through the things that bothered me. But it was something I picked up and laid down again as I needed it, carelessly and without too much effort. That wasn’t enough anymore.
I started this blog to write not only about the bad, but the good as well. I want to express myself and take pride in that expression, to feel that my words have meaning beyond myself. I want to feel the joy that comes from creating something out of nothing.
Kharma had always been just a notion for me, a casual saying that was more a platitude than a purposeful way of living. But after my car wreck, that notion of living as I felt called to, of being as much in tune with myself as possible, and of doing good where I could, took on a whole new level of meaning. I felt there was something I had done to earn a reprieve from death, and I really wanted to live my life respecting that. So I combined “kharma” with “carpe diem” (seize the day) to create “Kharmadia.” I want to live each day knowing that I have a purpose, and respecting my own desire and need to be creative.
My brother once gave me a plaque that read, “The best thing in life you can do is to be true to yourself.” It’s a lesson I’ve finally learned.