patterns

There are patterns to things. Like eating grass and grass by the wayside. Like cuckoo and cuckoo. Patterns. There was a pattern to my dreams recently too, but I didnt write it down in time, and now the memory of it is gone forever. But patterns remain. And patterns assert themselves over and over again in our lives. Patterns take the form of routine and monotony, but that is not necessarily a bad thing. They can be reassuring, and give a semblance of control over one’s life.

Patterns though, are hard to break, and that’s when we get headaches. Headaches are patterns about to be broken. When you’ve broken a pattern, the pattern dissolves and headaches disappear. They persist only because it is a human condition that we resist attempts to break patterns, and also a phenomenological condition that patterns themselves resist breaking.

Patterns are afraid of being broken.