As a young student, I excelled in the field of mathematics. There was a certain order to the universe of this particular science and every problem came with a solution. In the jungle of teenaged chaos; structure was something I embraced whole-heartedly. I found that I had a certain affinity for the world of geometry. The duality of formula solving and the inherent beauty of shapes appealed to both sides of my brain; feeding me a diet of steady logic and a healthy dose of artistic inspiration.
It was not long before I mastered the intricacies of shapes such as triangles, squares, rectangles, rhomboids, and pentagons. My inquisitive nature was further sated when I left the two-dimensional world! Cones, cylinders, and spheres became the new frontier in my quest for geometric nirvana. Yet my deepest fascination was reserved for the circle; it was the most perfect of shapes imaginable!
In theory, a circle has no beginning or end. It is composed of an infinite number of points and does not concern itself with the pettiness of angles. This shape has its own mathematical constant devoted strictly to itself; in the form of pi. Calculating the circumference or area of a circle follows a steadfast formula that always yields precise and constant results. In fact, so powerful is the circle in the kingdom of shapes that it has been venerated by multiple cultures over the centuries. So perfect and never-ending is the shape that it is used to symbolize eternal loyalty and commitment.
Our lives can also be symbolized by geometric shapes. Many of us dwell within a triangle, with three sides competing constantly for our attention. This trio of lines is made up of our physical, intellectual, and spiritual aspects. When living within the triangle, we are forced to pay attention to one line at a time; ignoring the other two critical components of who we are. To move from one line to another involves turning a sharp angle, which many find too difficult to accomplish.
Others prefer to reside within a square. Our lives are then as predictable as the equilateral lines that make up our shape and we always turn at right angles. There is a certain comfort to be found within the square, given its constancy. There is no risk in moving around the perimeter of the square; but neither is there a reward. In short, a square life is the equivalent of eternity on a hamster wheel. Still, many embrace it.
The truly blessed find themselves living in the joys of the circle. There is no beginning or end to this type of existence, but rather a perpetual motion. Our lives are made up of an infinite number of points, all of them joining together in perfect cohesion. We do not have to make sharp changes in our lives as we approach an angle at the end of the line; but instead we enjoy a constant sweeping arc that leads us from point to point.
A circle does not force you to choose one line over another; it is already a never-ending line. Angles do not exist, so a change of course is not required. A circle is simply perpetual constancy; a perfect shape unto itself. It is little wonder that philosophers and artists alike have turned to circles for inspiration.
Are you leading a triangular life? Do you constantly change direction to satisfy others? Are you always having to choose one side of yourself over another? Do you dwell within a square; safe and predictable? Do you avoid taking risk in favor of familiar complacency and predictability? Have you unbound yourself from convention, open to possibility, and in complete harmony; the result of living within the circle?
We have entirely too many phrases that serve to illustrate negativity. But in this case, I am proud to say that I am “running in circles!” Care to join me?