My take on the 'circle of life' as believed in many cultures across civilizations.
This is my interpretation of the transition we go through when we come out of a habit, an environment, or a situation. This series doesn't represent the actual life cycle of birth, death and rebirth as believed in many cultures including mine.
How was it, you ask! Honestly, I don't remember much. It's as if my memory has been reset. I do feel a sense of discomfort, disillusion, and despair whenever I try to recall it. But I knew, I had to get out. I would give my everything, I'd make my biggest sacrifice to leave that life behind.
The end is not far, but it's not the end. There will be a change. I am leaving behind my possession, my identity and my memories. It's going to take strong willpower. Letting everything go will not be easy. They tempt me, they make last-minute promises and proposals. But only I know that what lies ahead of me is more rewarding. I can only hope for the best for who has seen the future?
Did we stop believing in magic? Did we stop trusting miracles? Did we outgrow our days of innocence? Remember, when we slept at night hoping everything would get better the very next morning? Remember, when we became friends the next day, even when we fought with them and swore never to talk and play. We just had to give it a night’s time. We cried when our favourite toys broke. But they would magically appear all fixed and just like brand new when we woke up the next morning!
I took the leap of faith.
I have left my past behind.
But this is not the end of the road.
I must find my way out.
This new place isn't welcoming.
I'm not supposed to stay here for long.
I can't see where I am going.
But it's always better to move in one direction instead of not moving at all.
I carry a cane to defend and support myself.
My head is shrouded but I carry the light.
It's not for me but to scare away negativity.
I face new challenges at every step, so I must be on the right path.
Everything that was born, must die.
And everything that dies will be born again.
That's the circle of life.
I'm weak, vulnerable and alone.
But that's just today.
I'll wake up again.
I'll get stronger.
I'll fight to survive.
My past is long gone and buried. I have to endure my present.
And, I'll write my future.
"Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is?
Insanity is doing the exact... same thing...
over and over again expecting... it to change."
How naïve I was to think it would be different this time?
I did everything to start afresh. I ended it all.
I had walked through heaven and hell.
I took my chances.
I thought I could change.
But I have been making the exact same decisions.
I have been making the same life choices.
The patterns are repeating.
I didn't want this to happen.
But I am too comfortable and so used to my old ways.
I thought it would be different this time.
But I am getting back to where I had started.
How many death do I have to die?
How many births will I have to take again,
To break this circle?
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