What Keeps Returning?
Sometimes life repeats itself.
Not in dramatic ways.
In small ways.
A city.
A flower.
A color.
A phrase.
A particular kind of book.
A dream.
A memory.
A longing.
A question.
You notice it once and think nothing of it.
Twice and you smile.
Three times and you begin to wonder.
Not because repetition always means something.
And not because life is trying to send messages.
But because attention itself is interesting.
What keeps returning deserves curiosity.
Throughout my entire life I have been interested in patterns.
In what returns. What recurs.
I’ve observed my meaning-making across the years.
Broadening of perspectives.
Allowing unexpected prompts to stop me in my tracks.
Take notice.
Ask questions out of my own curiosity.
Not urgency.
Not interpretation.
Not explanation.
Just curiosity.
Perhaps life has excellent manners.
It rarely interrupts.
Instead, it returns.
And returns.
And returns.
Until one day you pause and say,
"Hmmm. Isn't that interesting?"
Not everything that returns needs resolution.
Some things simply deserve attention.
And perhaps attention itself is one of the ways meaning begins.
Maybe awakening to questions is key.
