Recycled Lessons

Day in and day out, we fight battles, small and large. Some days fewer, some weeks more. Rotating revolutions of recycled lessons to be learned, and, so it seems, a pattern of increasing difficulty appears to follow those who fight valiantly and attempt an openness to at least some growth, to some change. But seems it worst to be one of the many, refusing to face the demons life chooses to send in attack. And so each time a battle is due one, the same wars shall that one fight forever in lost monotony, until the choice to learn, to evolve, to move forward has been made. Yes, new struggles are frightening, in robes of change and unknown, but never knowing a victory over a repetitive rival is destructively disheartening in a way harder to see, but deeper to feel. To never earn gratitude for that moment one's soul realizes it's own strength, to me, is somehow missing the point. Perhaps all these new and exaggerated hardships we are now wrapped in are a sign, a sign that we few have earned this responsibility now before us, the responsibility to evolve.