Life moves in rhythms and cycles, and it seem sometimes like the crest of a wave, sometimes the trough. Often like this is the same crest and trough as before. Like circles.

But then, circles bring their own perspective. Earth revolves around the sun, but the sun is constantly in a state of flux. A moon circles the earth, and though it follows the same circuit, the vista always changes. Circles bring perspective. They allow reflection, the sort that forward movement does not always allow. Every time around brings new thought, a different angle on a problem, sheds another colour of light.

Circles are not always the evil they seem, says I. I have been running circles around myself since the day I was born.

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