#Rebirth

A fresh start is the glittering ceremony that conceals past mistakes behind lofty rhetoric. Yet in truth it is merely a blueprint for future cleanup operations. It serves as the magic incantation to play the ideal self, only to become a sequel to the same old story. Just as excitement peaks, it often opens with a self-loathing celebration of self-deception.

Rebirth is the grand festival of dazzlingly redecorating past failures while no one remembers the wounds, luring them back into the same traps. Enchanted by its splendor, people praise it as a fresh wonder. In reality, it is an eternal cycle draped in a veil of oblivion, a form of linguistic sorcery where only the name changes. Philosophers might call repetition the sole immutable law, yet few would dare label it virtue.

Samsara is the endless amusement park where souls carry the seeds of their own karmic mistakes on an infinite carousel. Wandering between life and death, everyone critiques their past selves only to repeat the same missteps in the next incarnation. Nirvana is forever sold out, leaving spectators to watch the soul-loop show on repeat. It’s the universe’s one-man tragicomedy where tragedy and comedy play alternate leading roles.