Circles

There is comfort in a circle.  Round and constant, it doesn’t start, it doesn’t stop.  Knowing that everything you experience has happened before and that it will happen again.  From the minutia of the daily routine to the origin/collapse of the universe, it’s nice to think that some of this is familiar.

A circle can be a trap as well.  If you only travel on the same path, you never learn anything new.  Some people are stuck in their circles, happy and safe on their isolated loops.  Like a hamster on a wheel.  They’re running as fast as they can and they don’t have to think about where they’re going.  They like not having to think.  It allows them to repeat the same behavior over and over while remaining oblivious to the outside world.  Predictable and sad.  You see these people doing their thing again and again, you try to step in and help but the hamster bites you because you’re fucking with their routine.  Some people have to hit the wall a few times before they learn. By then, it’s too late and everyone around them has moved on.

I think I’ll try to travel in an ever expanding, yet lazily-drawn spiral.  I’m going in circles, I sometimes cross my own path and recognize the past.  Sometimes I even get caught up in my old paths but for the most part, I’m trying to draw a new line into new territory.  When I find I’m stuck scribbling over the same lines, I’ll try to move out into the blank space again.  My path may not be the prettiest picture on the refrigerator door but it will be unique.