Unsettled Mandala

 As a 21st-century overthinking enthusiast, I believe the lines of society have blurred, and uniqueness and individuality have merged into a collective blend that justifies everything commenced by everyone. What we now call global ethnicity has been accepted as the very nature of this civilization.

This civilization has its structures, yet they resemble a mandala, formed of little circles, quadrants, and petals that all come together to create an intricate whole. But when I trace the mandala with all my unbiased might, it still feels omnipotent yet abstract, because the bigger picture never quite fits within the frame.

Leaving aside lenses, angles, and settings, beyond habits and traditions, I often wonder: when do I finally arrive at that one frame that brings peace? And yet, the very moment feels so transient that it makes me question how one civilization could once hold a set of rules, unchallenged, until wars erupted to rewrite them on pillars of stone.

We evolve. We keep changing. But what of it? What endures—the strength of words, or the meaning behind them? Where does it all truly come together?