My Day of Judgment

I think that it's often the small things that change your perspective on life. Like waking up in the morning to beautiful sunshine and realising life actually isn't all that bad. Unfortunately, sometimes things happen the other way. Like taking risks to help someone out - only to find the risk was too great.
Sometimes, however much you try to look out for other people, the bad things will still happen. The only problem is, I have it in my mind that it's karma biting us on the ass. It isn't. Nor is it fate, or the gods, or even luck for that matter. It's just the way things have to be.
I guess the important thing is to stop fighting the idea that it isn't worth doing anything to help, and to understand that things do balance themselves out. Although you can't stop bad things from happening, if you try to do good things, then eventually the good things will win out over the bad. Maybe someone will notice - maybe they won't.
Maybe they'll only remember the bad things - the time wasted, the tears shed, the hearts broken. Maybe the good things aren't noticed at all, because they've been done without anyone noticing. But it will never change the fact that the intentions were good. And that's all that matters, I guess. Whether there is a Day of Judgment at the end of this all or not, every day should be our own. And guess who's judging?

Let this be my day of judgment.