Dark Circles

As I sink into the armchair of the old hospital building, I find myself retracing the journey that brought me here.

It feels as though I have spent years collecting scattered dots, waiting for the day they would finally connect.

The theory of destiny often follows that of karma. Having only half-read the Bhagavad Gita, I still cannot decide where one ends and the other begins. It is a conclusion I have searched for but never reached.

I push the thought aside, yet another arrives to take its place.

I imagine myself on the other side of all this, having crossed an ocean no one wishes to come near.

Will I be happier then?

A life without prescriptions. Without doctor’s appointments. Without travel restrictions. Without being told what I can and cannot eat.

Perhaps everything will return to normal. Most things eventually do.

But lately, I have begun to wonder what normal really means.

What if normal is simply walking a long road only to arrive where I first began?

What if I have only been moving in circles?

And if returning to normal means stepping back into the same circle once again, is it really something to long for?

Or is there a way to break it altogether?

To step beyond it and discover something new waiting outside.