Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning reel

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it’s face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space

Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

-Sting “windmills of your mind”


I’ve been here before. Know what I mean? It’s not exactly déjà vu, but I’ve seen this patch of land before. I’m travelling through life and I think I’m making progress. I must be! Time has passed and I’ve been working towards things as I’ve been going forward.

And I find myself in a place I’ve been before.

What is happening? Am I traveling in a circle? Have I been misguided this whole time?
Panic and hopeless sets in. Was all this for nothing?

No help for it now. This is where I am like it or not. I have to come to grips with where I’m am now regardless of how it makes me feel.

I remember the Sting song quoted above. Am I really in the same place or is it just a mind trick?

It can take a long time and a lot of effort to get back to *almost* the same spot. I know this from the many labyrinths I’ve walked throught. Somewhere in the middle I will be sure I’m getting nowhere.

The trick is not to stop. There may be a long way to go, it may be just around the corner. I will never know If I don’t keep walking.

It takes faith