Vintage

There are times I think that everything is made up of circles.

It must be the case, because everything seems to come back around after a while.

Like a Ferris wheel or a record, things spin towards their start.

"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."

Maybe that just underlines the importance of learning your lesson.

It makes me wonder what sort of lessons I've not gotten the point of, for all the thoughts and feelings and situations I find returning to me over and over again.

"My past is an armor I cannot take off, no matter how man times you tell me the war is over."
-Jessica Katoff

Maybe I'm going about things the wrong way.

Maybe these cycles of satisfaction and dissatisfaction are just life after all.

"What can I give for

Your knowledge 

Of when to expand

And when to contract-

This instructed, more academic college

of when to act?"

Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote that.

She's probably my most favorite poet.

I think we must be caught up in similar circles, her and I, despite the fact that she died in 1950.

But then again, I doubt there are any new thoughts or feelings to be had in the world, only those we have yet to experience personally.  And I wonder how I will find time for those new thoughts and feelings if the old ones take up so much space in my life.

How do I learn my infernal lesson?

How do I push that old armor off?