Gyration

Have you ever felt, at certain points in your life, things seem to spin out of control? Rather, life itself?

I dislike the analogy of life being a roller coaster (with its cliched 'ups' and 'downs'). There is too much fun-fairish thrill and enjoyment associated with it. I'd rather see life as a gyre (much like Yeats' theory of the gyre) constantly spinning on its axis.

At times, we feel we have control of the spinning motion and the thrill of the gyration raises elation. We feel life is great, as it should be. But at others, this motion spins beyond our control. The velocity becomes too much to bear and the vapour trail it leaves behind causes immense destruction. Things then, as Yeats would say too, fall apart because the centre can no longer hold.

I've had two very good years. I've had two good years of controlling the gyration and it was then I was banefully optimistic. But something changed. The variables have shifted and I am losing control of the spin. Things from the past return in the cyclical rotation of the gyration. They return to haunt and perhaps destroy.

And suddenly, everything around seems to be falling apart.