The world goes round and round

This entry probably doesn't make sense to anyone else, and wasn't intended to make sense whatsoever.

Why do we keep seeing repetition?

Repetition of thoughts. Repetition of feelings. Repetition of words said, or unsaid. Repetition of what was seen, or what we thought we saw. Repetition of tests and difficulties and hurdles to overcome.

Having been through something once doesn't make us 'immune' to it, does it?

Why do we keep going in circles? Why must we fall in step with the trails we left behind? Why must we relive the same agony over and over? Why can't we say 'forget it' and really do?