There are more peculiar things than what you’ve already seen. Broader seas than the depths you believe to be ‘too deep’.
Insanity – we know the spiel. Same and same and expectance and the same. Insanity.
Migration proves itself throughout history as not only a reaction but a reason.
Diaspora. Hegira. Exodus.
The passage not only to, but from.
And here I remain.
Remaining for fear, for comfort, for happiness I still have yet to create for myself.
Here I still remain.
When does history stop being made and start being repeated?
Here, there, and back again- forward always, and always circular.
What we’re really asking is, what pushes those driven by fear to break that chain?
Where is the epiphany?
Are they weak? Broken? Not worthy of what they have made worth of?
Where does their next page lie?
“Why, in their own hands, I assume.”
See, no one saves anyone around here.
We break our own chains or we die fighting against them while bringing us to a new version of ourselves in which history is dead and we are new.
Not repeating. No longer circular.
So again, the question changes:
What are our chains?
What holds us tightest?
That is what needs to break. To expand. To excel.
Exceed past the comfortability of our realm.