The full circle- the class of character. What is it really?
Like many theorists of life these days, I would like to pick your brain on the matter but first, allow me to add ‘new colours to your paint box’.
Regardless of the path we embark upon, we’re all dealt the same hand that plays out in circles. Bringing light to the phrase “what goes around, comes around”, which in retrospect is an understatement, to say the least.
Our journey is a culmination of relationships. Putting aside inanimate objects, the relationship we have with our family, friends, peers, colleagues, pets or and even a stranger all run its path into a full circle. An Infinite loop until we wither away.
As staunch critics of our true inner self, we are given the power to choose from what needs tending to and those that don’t deserve our attention. Like a gardener, we weed out that which doesn’t belong there.
The Mark of Potential
We all start ordinarily, the sprouts of new beginnings! As time goes by, and with the labours of our work, we begin to see the bloom of a familiar fragrance and eventually the fruiting of the moment that grafts the value of our relationship. Now heed the warning, this moment right here is what I call, the ‘Note of salvation‘ that we carry forward with us.
I find that happiness is doled out in equal measure. When the tables turn: The moment of bliss that solidifies the relationship will reverse itself into an entwinement of chaos.
So to speak, the people that once enriched your life with happiness will someday, equally be a turbulence.
‘I choose you to hurt me the most. It is only those we let in, have any kind of impact on us. After all, we are hurt by many but broken by few.
Crossroad of the critics
At this juncture, we find ourselves in the throes of analysis. Where the wager of time comes to collect its debt.
Here lies the crossroad of the critics; evaluating and measuring up the worthiness of evergreen moments to the bitterness at the hour they wronged us.
Ultimately, it is we who decide who can further their roots within us.
The fortress of power now rests in our judgement. To rule out and let wither on the vine or grant pardon and gradually as time nurses our restless spirit, welcome the offspring of a new circle.
Who is it that you see?
In the end, however, the finger that points will someday be the same one that points back. It is easy to embrace the good moments but in times of conflict, your character will be put into question. Do you have the courage to salvage what once occupied your time or flake out and leave it behind? They say, ‘You can dish it out but can’t take it’; Were they probably right?
Stemming from the concept of the Olive branch, the full circle is a constant reflection of one’s inner self. Does our character take shape in choosing to embody what we believe or weigh more on what we do instead?
I believe the full circle applies to us all, in multiple forms, across several junctures through life. In the end, the reflection of a thousand faces comes together as one. The stranger staring back hold traces of the people you once knew and left behind. The test wasn’t theirs to take. The judge of character now sentences you.
‘Is it fair?’, you ask. The question is… were you?
“The eulogy you’d write for others will find its way back to you”.
This is my epiphany, the dawn and dusk of another theory that has been sent into the digital void.
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