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An epitaph of my former self, now dead.
So, youâve escaped the circles,.
or at least you think you have.
The circles being things that you keep doing which lead to nothing but another repetition of the circle. You toil all the week, looking forward to its end, the end arrives, you do the exact same thing you did on the last end. Somehow you still enjoy doing this.
Why? How many times do you need to have this experience before you get sick of it? Youâre caught in a cycle, a circle. Youâve stagnated, youâre wasting away, and you donât realise it yet.
This isnât the only circle youâre in â youâre still caught in others but you just donât realise it yet.
While being in the circle, youâre disregarding the future, at least in part. Maybe you do save some money that goes to the future, but you are still losing time, not thinking clearly or making yourself better. Youâve simply become a cog in a machine youâve continually made with your own actions. Youâre not free from yourself.
How do you break free of such a cycle? Well, stop doing the exact same thing youâve been doing and think about where your life is going if you continue to repeat such a circle.
Consider this: you donât ever see any elders drinking themselves stupid, why? Because this is a circle that is forcibly broken by your physical health â however itâs better if you can break it first through realization, save your health, your time, and your money â and hopefully discover the next circle you find yourself in.
Maybe you donât have anything better to do; but how would you know? You havenât tried, have you? Isnât that depressing? Will your life change or get better by continuing the same process? â If not, maybe you are crazy?
Maybe you do this to alleviate pain, but the pain will just continue on if you donât directly address it.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Maybe itâs boredom. Could boredom itself be the end of escaping or breaking of the cycles? Maybe youâve found peace?
Perhaps you embrace it like a fool? Do you start a new cycle â something to occupy the time? Will your old, tired eyes be satisfied chasing the same thing around in circles once more â a way to fill the gap in between the necessary activities? What are you ignoring while youâre busy? If you donât find something, then what?
Upon pondering these things I seek for wisdom â she hears my plea; I find myself in prayer. For now, I have but one mission for now â I need to control my tongue.
â Avawalk the hidden, Conqueror of Himself.
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