Carouselling, Ferris Wheeling

We would all be so much happier if we would just realize that in life, most things cycle. There are things that progress and regress. It's pointless fighting it.

I often get frustrated when I see any kind of behavioural or circumstantial patterns arise. It makes me feel as though I am at the whim of fate. Victimised. But if we simply see the cycle, people say, we are just fine.

I dislike the idea of living out of habit. I want to be able to change the stars. I want to choose.

Then again, maybe it is more freeing to embrace the things that go in circles no matter what we do - that overall, time presses things forward anyway without our permission, and we ought not to fret ourselves too much about it.

Some things just are, then aren't, but will be again.

Bloody hell...