Weekly state: regaining.

I consume energy, I spend it, it comes back.

Nothing gets lost in this universe, as much as we might want something to vanish forever.

Consolation in grief, threat in relief.

I am walking, my cultural background tells me to do it. One foot after another, I decide where to put them. No one drives me, I am neither pushed nor pulled. With every inch moved, I get further away from the last moment, closer to what is about to happen to me.

Everything seems linear, creation ahead of me, dissolution in my back. But what if I regain something? Regain an ability, a thought, maybe even something material?

Nothing is lost in this universe.

Does a hamster realise that it runs the same ground over and over in the wheel?

Sometimes I am returning to the same ground in this humongous wheel only to find that the ground looks different because someone else has been treading it as well. I am wondering who has managed to form the path ahead of me and why it is different now.

I escape the linear function of life, I am regaining the same ground, same same, but different.