You must be sage to endure
the cycles that repeat yet don’t replenish our soul. Persons who can’t often
fold under pressure because they can’t measure rightly because things are
tightly wrapped, warped even, in their lives. Thus life’s cycles they learn to
despise, not realizing that fortune dispenses despite their winces and whys. Still,
life must be lived and cycles endured until we have matured. The proof is in
our reaction to repetition. Can we experience it without embracing superstition
that things are the same and will never change for us? In this regard, cycles
repeat until they repair something in our thinking. After which, we find
ourselves drinking from the fountains of satisfaction.
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