My life is a circle, a rhythmic oscillation of events repeating over and over. Sometimes I feel as if the course of my life is on a continuously repeating cycle. Constantly, I am reminded of similar events, places or points in my life that I feel as if have lived before. Every few years, I feel the need to settle into a familiar sense of routine. At the end of a

Life is a journey, life is a gift, life is a circle and life is as fragile as a gentle flame perched atop a flickering candle. Life is many things; life is what we make it.

Many people think of their life as a journey, an epic adventure or even a tour of duty. I think that life is a journey, a chance to walk the path and see where it leads us. The life as a journey metaphor is “A conventional metaphor in which life is represented as a journey having such things as layovers and obstacles to be gotten over” (LinguaLinks Library, 1999). I believe that the preceding definition is in essence, true; however, there is a minor flaw. The course if one’s life is not just a map of hurdles and obstacles, there are many more wonderful things that we experience which make life worth living. As we make our

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