I think life is a connected flow of circles, cycles, and spirals that carries through till a man heaves his final breath.

Its a basic process: We are exposed to new things, so we learn, get familiar with it and either benefit from the new found knowledge or get our fingers burnt from it. If the latter happens, then we become apprehensive and wouldn't dare to get near it again.

This sequence is applied across board to simple things like playing with fire, to inexplicable matters like affairs of the heart. The sheer amount of things you are exposed to can actually shape your thinking, guide your actions, and make or break you. Could you not agree?

Mine is breaking. Life experiences have hardened me, strengthened me, but also left me jaded. I may have grown out of the misery but scars remain to constantly remind. I know all about counting your blessings, not comparing, and appreciating those around you. And though I fully agree, I can't help but wish for better.

Better face, better skin, better body, better clothes. Better job, better pay, better prospects, better career. Better this. better that. And I do concede that I am one tough gal with sky high expectations.

It may just be the case that the greater you aim, the greater the disappointment. With myself, people, and love. Especially love. And I probably deserve it. Irreversible, and never ending, just like circles.