A certain consideration I've had recently, is the repetition of certain events in our lives. The idea that certain things, however different their superficial characteristics, are actually an iteration of the same kind of things that we've already experienced and have come to accept as a part of our lives. In some ways, I wonder if, even if we believe we seek out new and novel experiences, we actually have a subconscious tendency to draw to ourselves what is familiar and, however tired we believe them to be, comfortable. I don't think any creature can exist in a state of constant flux, regardless of how much they might believe they need the stimulation of novelty.
Is it an indication of cynicism or experience, when one looks at something that ought to come as at least sort of a surprise and says, "Hmmm...that's new, but nothing I didn't expect." If things always change, do they, in fact, stay the same as far as we're concerned? Does it make sense that someone can get used to even a state of consistent instability?
Sometimes it feels like I'm running in circles, even when I think I'm taking a left turn into new territory.
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