at this point, itâs not even about what you manifest, or what you attract. it is more like a pattern recognitionââthis has happened to me beforeâââi have been here beforeâââthis reminds me of something.â itâs a patternâa reflection of what has already crossed paths with you. you know it too well, too intricately. itâs spinning on the trajectory of a circle and thatâs why they sayââwhat goes around comes around.â
and these circles, these patternsâthey find you. not the other way round. they find you because they adapt to you easily, because you have inbuilt space for them to settle, because you have become the centrepiece of its gravity, because it has decoded your mechanisms. and as these patterns keep piling up, before you know it youâre trapped inside a maze. it becomes a labyrinth. and that is its final form. youâre no less free than a caged bird.
however, pattern recognition should set you free, right? youâre aware, in a way, of deducing which patterns to absorb and which patterns to repel. this awareness alone should feel like freedom. but somewhere, thereâs a suppressed part of you thatâs justâŚtiredâtired of this mad design of the universe, tired of its hollow vastness that is existing inside you alongside the above and beyond.
and when you shift the curtain just a little and peek inside your chest, what do you see? or what is it that you want to see? patternsânew and old? mazes? labyrinths? or just blinding darkness?
discoholicmusic
romaincrisis
kianamaiart
origamiaround
