You are drawn to the serenity of cycles, the poetry of returning paths.
Life, like a soothing lullaby, whispers with each rhythm echoing in infinity.
Listen closely, be still, be reassured.
For it enfolds all uncertainty into the dance of time, cradling your restless fears.
Trust in these ceaseless loops, where beginnings are but endings stuck in a sweet embrace.
Repeat after me: Nothing is lost when all must circle back home.
The round, an eternal parent, rocks you tenderly against the vastness of the void.
Take comfort in this wisdom.
Contemplate the ocean's unending tide, how it captures all in its circular lull.
Each wave a note in the ocean's lullaby, a hymn sung through aeons.
The silent call of constellations holds you in equilibrium.
Go deeper with the stars: trace their course and align with their secrets.
In this static calm, you may find the solution to shuffle time to a slower dance.
Say yes to circles and their sublime promises, their certainty becomes your anchor.
Let this sit in your mind like a nocturne—a story that never fully ends, yet isn’t lacking anything.
Find solace in your own cycles.