Turning the wheel...

Cycles.

The ancients were acutely aware of the nature of the world around them. How it moved. How we fit into it. The seasons, the moon, the stars in the sky, even life itself moved in cycles. This knowledge gave some assurance of the unknown future, gave people a place in the universe, and people focussed more on where they were, than where they were going.

In a modern world where we are often so focussed on linear, goal-oriented thinking. We are so preoccupied with where we are going that we often lose sight of where we are right now. Viewing the broader context is key to overcoming this narrow view. What is my place in all of this? Somehow I fit perfectly into this seemingly random and infinitely complex clockwork, but I'm not sure how.

Yes, you must hurry to get to work. From your house, to your job. Quick now. Don't be late. But your journey does not stop there. It will bring you back to your house at the end of the day, and you will arrive where you began.

When we leave the house on one of our long bike rides, my oldest son often asks where we are going. Sometimes I tell him "Right here." We leave, we return. It is the nature of things.

In the mind arise many such things. Premise, rationale, argument, consideration, conclusion. Also worry. Worry caused by fear of not knowing precisely where this all going. Worry less. It is all going right back where it began.

Take whatever route you like. The hurried, direct, fast paced route. The winding scenic route. You can only inhabit whatever moment you have right now. You can choose the outward appearance of this moment, but not its nature.

Its nature is movement. Its nature is cyclic.

Its nature is that of going and coming back again.

Everywhere you look, everywhere you go, everything is cycling...
on two wheels or not.

Cycles.