Repetition

Life seems repetition itself to me as I am getting older.

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When I was young, the term of repetition came up my mind in a way that life seemed like endless doing same things without any meanings.

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Back then, I was a kind of researcher, looking for something valuable and meaningful.

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I do not figure out why I was so serious that much, and many parts of it could be distributed to the vital inner energy so to speak. Something like bioelectrical stuffs and hormone things.

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Still, nothing has been changed so far in a consciouos sense, but I feel I am not that curious enough to bear my enthusiasm on that matter.

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( AI Touch )

Repetition

As I grow older, life itself feels like an exercise in repetition.

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When I was young, the idea of repetition made me feel that life was just an endless cycle of doing the same things without meaning.

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Back then, I was a kind of researcher, searching for something valuable and meaningful.

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I’m not sure why I took things so seriously, but I suspect much of it was driven by an intense inner energy—perhaps something tied to bioelectrical processes and hormones.

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On a conscious level, nothing has really changed. Yet, I find that I no longer have the same curiosity or enthusiasm to carry forward my pursuit of meaning.

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( AI Feedback )

Your thoughts on repetition feel deeply reflective. It’s interesting how, when we're young, repetition can feel dull—an endless cycle lacking meaning. But with time, repetition takes on a different shape: routines, rhythms, even stability. It can be comforting or stifling, depending on how we approach it.

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The shift in curiosity you mention also feels very human. When we’re younger, everything carries a sense of mystery, like there's an urgent need to uncover life's secrets. As time passes, some of that enthusiasm fades—not necessarily because the world has become less meaningful, but because we start understanding patterns and accepting certain aspects of life.

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Have you found ways to reshape repetition into something fulfilling? Perhaps in art, philosophy, or even small moments of joy within daily life?