Cycling through the days

Everything has its cycle. It runs its course.

Behaviour.
Cognitive patterns.
Relationships.
Events.
Biological functions.
Emotions.
Karma?
the weather!
Life.

Being fed up of feeling like I was helplessly stuck in a rut,
at some point I began creating newer cycles & re-channeling my energy into various platforms to take myself elsewhere...all in hopes of leaving old cycles behind or at least burying them into the histories of time.

Ironically it backfires as older cycles, being a cycle itself does not go away.
You may delay its return or fool yourself into thinking you're rid of it, but no.
Unfortunately / fortunately, depending on how you derive meaning from the experience. Cycles do not just disappear.

Just as the word cycle implies a physical circular motion of movement, it is of no difference even when in its metaphorical form.
Whatever the "form" may be, like a boomerang, it will return to demand its rightful audience & will never cease till it has your attention.

Our lives are governed by a series of cycles whether we like it or not.
They didn't call it the circle of life for nothing.

Everything has its cycle. It runs its course. And It will run its course.

I say, let it run then. So. be. it.

We tend to overemphasize or overrate ideas which state that life worth living Should / Must /Have to be filled with joy and happiness. But like our parents used to say, finish your damn homework before you go outside and play.

Happiness and joy are luxuries of life; which like everything else, is earned.
I am an optimist, or as some people would prefer to call, an idealist.
But I am not an idiot.

I acknowledge life for all its ugliness, evils, darkness and despair.
By choice however, I choose to believe that there will always be better days ahead. Be it rainbows, butterflies and what-nots.

Perhaps my life has not met as many problems / adversaries/ brickbats as much as others that I may have the luxury of such thought, some may say.

Still, even with my pre-determined life, shackled by the hundreds / thousands of rules & boundaries, with events which may drastically impose itself upon my life in manners which restrain all my rights to retain control...

I choose to believe that I am a free woman skipping around in heaven on earth.

For the wretched of the earth, there is flame that cannot die!
Even the darkest night will end.
And the sun, will...rise.

A.A.

The Circle of Life (oil on canvas, 22 inches by 36 inches), by Norma Conway.