Circularity

The same things just happen to me (with me?) over and over again. Life is circular. Not quite circular, it's the seasons of a tree; growth, maturity, death and growth again, all whilst moving upwards and outwards. Like a map of human history, progress, revolution and death, and slightly more progress. Slowly edging forward. I feel like I've lived the same scenarios a thousand times until I'm saying your words for you two seconds ahead and never listening. Trying to improve myself, or change things but at the heart it's just the same tree, the same species, the same life that I'm watching from up here, slightly up and to the left of where it's all happening.