The Linear Quest for Cyclical Bliss
<p>When I was young, there was a carousel in the town’s fairground. Its vibrant horses and mesmerizing tunes drew children in like moths to a flame. Each rotation, though identical, brought inexplicable joy, as if the cyclical motion held a secret promise of timeless happiness. That carousel, echoing the circular joys of my childhood, often makes me reflect on the trajectory of human life.</p>
<p>Time, in its unyielding march forward, has a cruel irony at its core. We live our lives in a series of linear moments, one following another, always moving ahead. Yet deep within, our very essence craves not advancement but return, not novelty but the familiar.</p>
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<p>Why is it that we seek comfort in the rhythmic cadence of waves on a shore or the predictable orbit of celestial bodies? It’s because, despite our journey being a straight line, our hearts are in constant search of circles.</p>
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