Some moments in life, I feel I am reliving a previous occurrence. Over and over again. Not in beautiful relish of the moment. But in sheer agony that the same moment has presented itself again. And nothing seems to have changed.
My reaction, my thoughts around it, my emotions. All crumpled up in a similar fashion come pouring out. It isn't a joy to analyze it later to choose what to change, for clearly, I have learnt little from the previous moment.
But the familiarity of those wounds, the recollection of those memories, the recognition of the repetition, make it frustrating and revealing.
I wonder what attracts these moments to me. Or what compels me towards them. Whose power is greater?