We often think, act and judge on predefined notions that the real face of the issue at hand gets confined to the corners. It had to be fate/destiny that we are here, doing and seeing things the way they are. How much do we influence ourselves in seeing things the way they are? Is our role confined to the limits of education and training that we see a circle as a circle and not as a square?
I wanted to see the circle as a square, I tried pushing the corners to the edge but the whirl inside the circle kept me revolving and in constant motion inside the circle. I saw no start, sadly no finish. I always wished that the walls of the circle would rupture at a point and the revolutionary motion would fling me out of this vicious cycle. I wished that the rupture flings me to a point where I can swing the way I want and draw my own shapes, re-shape the circle to a square. But then the walls did not rupture and at a moment I paused to look around my space while I was still revolving. I found that I need not adhere to the wall, I could have swung in the space inside the wall. The wall was a good thing to bank upon, but it confined my movements, in a way it restricted me. It was good security, but it was plain vanilla space, without any flavour or essence.
I had to change my outlook. I unshackled and dislodged myself from the wall, to find my own space, my freedom, my taste, my tune and my dance. I explored the area inside the circle; I saw that the area provided me the same freedom and facility to swing and dance to my tunes. This was a space that I was longing for, this is what I was waiting for the wall to rupture, this is what pushed me to unshackle from the adhesive grips of the walls. As I danced inside the circle, I was pulled occasionally my the wall. I refused to cede to it’s magic. I refused to confirm to the norms, I wanted to explore all degrees of freedom, wanted to taste liberty.
While I did so, I occasionally passed by a beautiful thing called the center. There are many reasons why I call it beautiful. It did a wonderful thing for me. It told me that there was an infinitesimal space which was out of my reach. I could swing, revolve and dance around it but I could never know what was inside of it, what it was made up of? or how does the space inside it look like? It constantly reminded me that no matter what freedom or power or liberty I had, this space eluded me. It was a magical thing, I felt it had invisible strings that maintained the walls of the circle at a certain distance. The distance could be suited to our needs, but a limit always existed. It ensured that my freedom, power and liberty in any direction remained the same. It ensured that I hadn’t had anything in excess or deficit. Every space, need and want was achievable and in equal measures. The wall and the space within became was my sphere of influence and my region of free play. I then discovered the beauty of the circle, this was not possible in a square or a pentagon. Any other shape gave a bias to a particular aspect. Imagining living in a planar space was a Utopian thought. I no longer longed for a square, I started to love the circle. The Circle of Life.