Spirals and becoming š
Iāve always been fascinated by spirals. I think life is one, too.
Nietzsche wondered if we could embrace our lives knowing weād have to live them over and over again. Jung wrote about becoming whole by meeting the parts of ourselves weāve kept hidden. Somewhere between repetition and becoming, I found the spiral.
We return to the same feelings, the same people, the same questions we thought weād outgrown. For a while, I mistake it for going backwards. But a spiral never returns to quite the same place. It circles familiar ground while carrying us somewhere new.
Perhaps growth is meeting old versions of ourselves with newer eyes. Seeing truths we werenāt ready for, recognising patterns we once mistook for fate, and realising that some places no longer feel like home.
I donāt believe the universe arranges everything for a reason. But I like to think that returning isnāt always repeating.
Maybe growth isnāt a straight line away from who we were, but a quiet unfolding towards who weāre becoming. And perhaps the beauty of a spiral is this: we can find ourselves at the beginning again without being the person who started.