The Pull of the Center

We think of circles as repetition.
Returning to the same place.
Beginning, ending, beginning again.

But nothing truly returns unchanged.

We move around our own center,
sometimes drawn back to it,
sometimes pushing against its gravity.

And perhaps that is what becoming feels like.

Not a straight line forward,
but a constant movement between who we are
and who we are trying to become.

Each turn reaches a little further.
Each spark leaves a trace.
Each time we return to ourselves,
we find something there that wasn’t there before.

Until what once looked like a circle
becomes something else, like an expansion.

Perhaps growth is not leaving our center behind.

Perhaps it is seeing how far we can travel,
how much space we can occupy, and
how brightly we can spark... without losing the thread that leads us home.