No end, no beginning...just a place in the middle. You think you're getting good at something, and then something new happens in your life, and everything changes. Then suddenly you're back at the beginning. You're never quite finished...well...until you're finished, as in, C'EST FINI.
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The Buddhists have a sacred art form called 'Mandala.' They create intricate, beautiful circles in the sand.
But these circles, even if they're the most beautiful thing that's ever existed, once a mandala is finished, a monk sweeps it away, and starts anew.
Nothing matters in life some much you can't start again and change. Buddhists use this tool for spiritual meditation, but all humans have the idea of a circle, propelling them deeper and deeper into themselves.
Lately, I feel like, in some way, I'm at the start of a circle.
In other ways, I feel like I'm near the end.
Buddhists mandalas say a lot about spiritual health and the good life. The good life is being in the middle of things. The middle is where it's at. End are alright, and beginnings can be exhilarating, but for me, save me for the thick of things, the good right in between so many different things. It can be beautiful, it can be good, and it's almost always meaningful.
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