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The Wheel of Fortune. The Wheel of Time. The Ultimate Wheel. We’ll come again on this journey of Life. Returning to our safe places and comfort zones. Growth is meant to be cyclical: Learn - Do - Be. Do-Be-Do-Be. I don't like Mondays. The Wheel. Broken. Spokes twisted like past experience—Sharp, pointed, metallic; a bad taste in the mouth. Sullen teenager of old, standing on the promenade, holding on to the last fragments of sanity— Do it—Pulling the self together. Doing buttons up against the bitterly cold, North Sea Wind. A forgotten ice-cream cone, upside-down, slowly disintegrating— Much like The Wheel— Ultimate Decision Time. What does a repair look like? The idea of repairing, or a long walk. Preparing for a long walk. Cost—It cost a lot— A lot of money. Money I can't afford to lose. Repair it is. Twist-Bend-Break-Boredom Frustration. Condemnation. Revelation. The thought finally came. Still, it would not do, to accept— Conflict arises. There can be no prizes. Guess what happens next. The Wheel. I am The Wheel. The Wheel is Me. The Wheel. It spoke. “Throw it into the sea.” So I did.
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 4:02 AM UTC
The Wheel
The Wheel of Fortune. The Wheel of Time. The Ultimate Wheel. We’ll come again on this journey of Life. Returning to our safe places and comfort zones. Growth is meant to be cyclical: Learn - Do - Be. Do-Be-Do-Be. I don't like Mondays. The Wheel. Broken. Spokes twisted like past experience—Sharp, pointed, metallic; a bad taste in the mouth. Sullen teenager of old, standing on the promenade, holding on to the last fragments of sanity— Do it—Pulling the self together. Doing buttons up against the bitterly cold, North Sea Wind. A forgotten ice-cream cone, upside-down, slowly disintegrating— Much like The Wheel— Ultimate Decision Time. What does a repair look like? The idea of repairing, or a long walk. Preparing for a long walk. Cost—It cost a lot— A lot of money. Money I can't afford to lose. Repair it is. Twist-Bend-Break-Boredom Frustration. Condemnation. Revelation. The thought finally came. Still, it would not do, to accept— Conflict arises. There can be no prizes. Guess what happens next. The Wheel. I am The Wheel. The Wheel is Me. The Wheel. It spoke. “Throw it into the sea.” So I did.
Writing group Jar Day piece in 15 minutes. The Wheel Throw it in the sea
#wheel#of#life
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shauncopple
46/M/Czechia
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 4:02 AM UTC
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