Vicious Cycle

Vicious cycles...we hear about them, we see them, we live through them. They are a part of our everyday lives. They pervade our thought processes when we are caught within them and are the fear bordering our consciousness as soon as we escape. These series of events that blend one into the next are never pleasant, hence their being dubbed vicious, and yet so fascinating nonetheless.

They frighten us. The thing with any cycle is that it repeats; the beginning is always the end, and whatever happens can be nothing less than repeated again and again. We don't know if we can break them, and perhaps our greatest fear is that we can't. Yet at the same time, watching from the edge, we wonder what it is like to be in the middle...we want to understand the thing which drives it endlessly forward.

When we're in one place, we long to know what it's like to be in the other. And that in itself is a vicious cycle of sorts. Perhaps life is nothing more than a series of vicious cycles all tied together and punctuated by other vicious cycles. In every way, that seems to make sense. Our lives are meshes of confusion, powered by emotion, habit, and further nonsense.

We live through endless cycles if nothing more. The cycles may be vicious or they may be tame and habitual. And sometimes, the curiosity of the danger is too great to resist. Yet others, it's all too easy to get driven away by the fear. Are all vicious cycles bad? Maybe, maybe not. They may be vicious, but does that necessarily make them terrible? That's one of those things that we can only determine by living through them, experiencing them, making decisions about for ourselves.