History.

I'm not sure what history is supposed to be. A lesson is what I used to think of it but I'm not sure what it is these days. Because, for me, history has completely repeated itself on some occasions and at other occasions, history is like completely irrelevant.

Hello there, I'm the Earthian.

And just when you expect history to repeat because the situations are so similar, it doesn't repeat. It runs away. And when you're not in the least expecting, it slaps you really hard on your cheeks and repeats itself. Now, do I take all of  this personally? Do I make myself completely wary and skeptical all the time because I'm just not sure of anything any more? Do I cement my feet deep, deep down the ground and just never even think of taking them out again because it just doesn't seem to be worth it?
Normally I ask questions and I suggest solutions to my own questions, in a way of reconciling my mind and my thoughts and reassuring that things fill fall into place sooner than later. I want to do that today too. I want to present myself answers. But I don't have any. None at all and I wish I had some.

What exactly am I trying to say here? I'm not sure. And I am okay with not being so sure. I guess I just want some peace.

Love, peace.