In circles

The world is surrounded by never ending cycles both physical and other. We see the process of cycles throughout our day millions of times though most of the time we never realize it. Our bodies are circular functions that keep us running, keep us moving. Any kink in this system, we falter, we get sick. Same with the machines we build, the plants that grow beneath our feet and above our heads we all follow a path that leads us around and around. Looking at the bigger picture, the cycles of the moon, the sun, the stars, even time. Such colossal entities follow similar courses that we ourselves follow just in longer frames. 


Birth, death, rebirth. We are born, we live, we create, we die, and then other beings live and thrive off of our deaths. The cycle that is life is beautiful and scary to those who don't believe that there is more to life than what's here on this planet. I'm not talking heaven, God, Jesus, and all that stuff, I'm talking about higher power and way of thinking. To say we end when we die or stop somewhere is to say that we live in straight lines. If we look at the way the entire world works, how can we ourselves say that we live, we die, then end? Why does this one cycle have to run in a straight line when every other life and death revolves in a circular motion? 


While circles and cycles are a wonderful process that we partake in everyday, every second of every hour that we live, there are also malicious cycles. The endless cycles we start on and can't deviate from. I'm talking about habits, routines, and they are not always good for us. Like eating too much, smoking too much, or always dating the same kinds of people when you are aware of the harm they cause you. A friend of mine let me catch a glimpse of the cycles she herself would always follow in her past before she made good changes and, in doing so, showed me that people do these things all the time and aren't aware of it. They surround themselves with friends and people who belittle them and take advantage of them. We are beautiful beings if only we can see the truth about ourselves. How can we help others, though, when we can't even help ourselves? 


I found that I do some of the same things. Rush into relationships with people who aren't necessarily bad, but aren't the best for me. Friendships, romantic entangles, all sorts of connections that cause me harm. I tend to gravitate toward people who need help. There are a number of my good friends who are addicts in one form or another, which doesn't bother me. Helping people is like candy for the soul, there's only so much some of us can take. Volunteer, help clean litter from a park, or help abused animals, but don't let people entangle their greasy, black strands of their life which they refuse to make better with yours. If a person is worthy of your attention and is worthy of your help, then try, but don't let them suck you into a bitter hole that they themselves crawl into. When this happens, we who are trying to be the wonderful people that we are, must make the sacrifice and cut the strands of their lives from ours. It is a sacrifice since with those strands that strangle us, we are also cutting the strands that we cherish. If we keep one, though, the other will eventually surface and suffocate us. 


That's my last theory, mentally we work in circles. We follow patterns that connect us to a memory that connect us to something else. Eternal thoughts that end only when we cease to breath, and, even then, we continue on. One cannot create energy nor destroy energy. Thus, while we can be separated from our bodies, we cannot be destroyed. Our beings are an everlasting thing that cycles in and out of this existence. That's my belief until proved otherwise.