The People on the Learning Circles

Paths already crossed. Steps repeated. If we are told, what makes it new? Different? Could we still change this eternal return of the same? Dealt hands with no card to change or swap. Perhaps fears driving our thoughts and decisions, and the overshadow tiredness to go overboard. Outside that comfort zone.

Then comes the guilt for the opportunities we do not seize. For the dryness of our comments and principles. For the shortcuts we seek to steer away from this long, winded curves, radiating off course. Orphan orbits outside this eternal return of the same.

Then boredom sets in. The sneaky habit. The recurring cliché, oppressing, stabilising, nurturing. Perhaps that sameness is what we need to learn. Or we look for a skip button of some sort. Is it us losing the patience? Is it us not seeing the mountains crumbling, the atmosphere changing, the plaques forming.

Am I accepting the circle for what it is or what it could be? Are you waiting for the next present in line? The next best thing? The green garden luxuriating in some other circle next door. For all this hopping circle to circle will tire my limbs, tire my mind and soul. We shall all settle somewhere. In the distance or close by enough to love and adore this eternal return of the same. Just the same. Simply the same. For we can be no different. For we can be our better selves one day or the other.