The Circle...

[Nemo]

I often sit and wonder—

Who would I be right now
if I'd said no
to certain situations
when I was younger?

Where would I be
if things had been different?

Would I have met different people?
Would my life have been better?
Would I have succeeded
with one of those childhood dreams
I once held so tightly?

Would I be more confident?
Would I have more self-esteem?
Would I be financially secure,
standing somewhere different
from where I stand today?

The questions come endlessly.

The old
who, what, how, why, when's
rumbling and tumbling,
bouncing around endlessly
inside this skull of mine.

Round and round they go,
colliding with one another,
never settling,
never quite allowing me
to reach an answer.

Honestly,
I'm surprised I've got
any brain cells left.

And when I think back—
or perhaps,
when I try to think back—
I'm consciously aware
of just how many times
I've had to adapt.

Adapt to people.
Adapt to places.
Adapt to circumstances.
Adapt to situations
I never expected to find myself in.

Adapt.

Adapt.

And adapt again.

Sometimes I wonder
if that is what I've become—
someone endlessly reshaping himself
to fit whatever world
happens to surround him.

And then another question comes:

If I'd made a different decision
way back when,
would I have needed to adapt
so many times?

Would I have become
someone different?

Would I recognise that person
if I met him?

People talk about fate
and destiny
as though they're lifelines—
something written long before
we ever take our first breath.

They believe in them reverently,
as though every step
has already been decided.

But how can they?

There are too many variables.

One choice.
One word.
One yes.
One no.

One moment
can change the direction
of everything that follows.

So what is my fate
supposed to be?

Is it simply this—

One struggle
followed by another,
one step after the next,
always moving forward
because we're told
never to walk backwards?

But what happens
when walking forward
doesn't mean you're progressing?

What happens
when you walk far enough
only to realise
you've returned
to the same place?

What happens
when the path bends,
twists,
turns—

and suddenly
you're walking in a circle?

A never-ending loop.

Round and round.

Forward,
but never really moving.

And perhaps that's what frightens me most:

Not knowing whether I'm still
walking towards somewhere...

or simply
walking in circles,
wondering what might have been
with every step.

 

[cheetra]

You are a deep thinker...

Its the journey that matters, no one knows the destination. Do your best today, and then the next day and the next...
One day at a time

 

[janesays]

Robert Frost Nemo. The Road Less Traveled. We all know it. Two roads diverged in a yellow woods, and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.
We all have thoughts on ... I actually did this, but it's only hindsight that tells us we should have done that. Every moment, good or bad, shapes us, makes us know ourselves better. It's a beautiful read!
Love, Jane

 

[Hangova]

Oru mind is a complex machine, thinking of variables that are constants now. Thinking of different dimensions that may not even exist.

 

[Zenitsuu]

I often sit and wonder—

Who would I be right now
if I'd said no
to certain situations
when I was younger?

Where would I be
if things had been different?

Would I have met different people?
Would my life have been better?
Would I have succeeded
with one of those childhood dreams
I once held so tightly?

Would I be more confident?
Would I have more self-esteem?
Would I be financially secure,
standing somewhere different
from where I stand today?

The questions come endlessly.

The old
who, what, how, why, when's
rumbling and tumbling,
bouncing around endlessly
inside this skull of mine.

Round and round they go,
colliding with one another,
never settling,
never quite allowing me
to reach an answer.

Honestly,
I'm surprised I've got
any brain cells left.

And when I think back—
or perhaps,
when I try to think back—
I'm consciously aware
of just how many times
I've had to adapt.

Adapt to people.
Adapt to places.
Adapt to circumstances.
Adapt to situations
I never expected to find myself in.

Adapt.

Adapt.

And adapt again.

Sometimes I wonder
if that is what I've become—
someone endlessly reshaping himself
to fit whatever world
happens to surround him.

And then another question comes:

If I'd made a different decision
way back when,
would I have needed to adapt
so many times?

Would I have become
someone different?

Would I recognise that person
if I met him?

People talk about fate
and destiny
as though they're lifelines—
something written long before
we ever take our first breath.

They believe in them reverently,
as though every step
has already been decided.

But how can they?

There are too many variables.

One choice.
One word.
One yes.
One no.

One moment
can change the direction
of everything that follows.

So what is my fate
supposed to be?

Is it simply this—

One struggle
followed by another,
one step after the next,
always moving forward
because we're told
never to walk backwards?

But what happens
when walking forward
doesn't mean you're progressing?

What happens
when you walk far enough
only to realise
you've returned
to the same place?

What happens
when the path bends,
twists,
turns—

and suddenly
you're walking in a circle?

A never-ending loop.

Round and round.

Forward,
but never really moving.

And perhaps that's what frightens me most:

Not knowing whether I'm still
walking towards somewhere...

or simply
walking in circles,
wondering what might have been
with every step.

I have always had these type of questions in my mind and i can relate to it.

 

[SAKHII]

Very complicated thought though
still
What stays with me most is the idea of adaptation....not simply as something we do to survive circumstances, but as something that can slowly shape our identity.
We adapt to people, places, disappointments, expectations, situations we never ordered from the menu… and somehow still end up having to digest them.
We learn when to bend, when to compromise, when to become quieter, stronger, tougher, more understanding. And after adapting for long enough, you can start wondering where survival ended and you actually began.
How much of who we are is genuinely who we chose to become, and how much is simply the result of everything we had to adapt to?
Maybe that's why the “what ifs” keep coming back. We're not only wondering how life might have looked if we'd made different choices ..... we're wondering whether a different path would have created a completely different version of us.
Maybe the answer isn't to keep wondering who we would have been if we'd chosen differently.
Maybe it's to ask, after everything we've adapted to:
Who do I want to become now?
Because perhaps the past explains the shape we've taken, but it doesn't have to decide the shape we take next.
​

 

[Avissssssss]

I often sit and wonder—

Who would I be right now
if I'd said no
to certain situations
when I was younger?

Where would I be
if things had been different?

Would I have met different people?
Would my life have been better?
Would I have succeeded
with one of those childhood dreams
I once held so tightly?

Would I be more confident?
Would I have more self-esteem?
Would I be financially secure,
standing somewhere different
from where I stand today?

The questions come endlessly.

The old
who, what, how, why, when's
rumbling and tumbling,
bouncing around endlessly
inside this skull of mine.

Round and round they go,
colliding with one another,
never settling,
never quite allowing me
to reach an answer.

Honestly,
I'm surprised I've got
any brain cells left.

And when I think back—
or perhaps,
when I try to think back—
I'm consciously aware
of just how many times
I've had to adapt.

Adapt to people.
Adapt to places.
Adapt to circumstances.
Adapt to situations
I never expected to find myself in.

Adapt.

Adapt.

And adapt again.

Sometimes I wonder
if that is what I've become—
someone endlessly reshaping himself
to fit whatever world
happens to surround him.

And then another question comes:

If I'd made a different decision
way back when,
would I have needed to adapt
so many times?

Would I have become
someone different?

Would I recognise that person
if I met him?

People talk about fate
and destiny
as though they're lifelines—
something written long before
we ever take our first breath.

They believe in them reverently,
as though every step
has already been decided.

But how can they?

There are too many variables.

One choice.
One word.
One yes.
One no.

One moment
can change the direction
of everything that follows.

So what is my fate
supposed to be?

Is it simply this—

One struggle
followed by another,
one step after the next,
always moving forward
because we're told
never to walk backwards?

But what happens
when walking forward
doesn't mean you're progressing?

What happens
when you walk far enough
only to realise
you've returned
to the same place?

What happens
when the path bends,
twists,
turns—

and suddenly
you're walking in a circle?

A never-ending loop.

Round and round.

Forward,
but never really moving.

And perhaps that's what frightens me most:

Not knowing whether I'm still
walking towards somewhere...

or simply
walking in circles,
wondering what might have been
with every step.

These Questions will always be there but don't give them the space to occupy your mind.....
We can't change something that's already happened and we don't know what the future holds....
Live ur life one day at a time....

 

[EkaLustYa]

Maybe fate isn’t written in the stars- maybe it’s written in our collection of questionable decisions?!!! Life is less about finding the right path and more about confidently getting lost on the wrong one.The universe calls it destiny- we call it ‘learning the hard way.’

Don’t worry with/without those decisions taken /not taken, you are still be NEMO!