History repeats itself. Unless you write it down, and you remember it, and the next time you don’t repeat history.

But some, like me, are stubborn. Born to stub our toes repeatedly on the same crack in the ground on the same path we walk on our way through life. We pick that same way every time because it’s what we know, it’s what we learned first, so it’s what we do.

About breaking habits, I’ve talked and researched and done so many times in my life. To stop sleeping too late. To add exercise to my schedule. To smile more at the people around me. But there are some habits I’ve not broken because I consider them core parts of my identity. To break those habits would be equivalent to breaking my arm or breaking my mind or breaking my identity to myself and to others.

Part of this habit is what I eat. And by that I mean my browsing activity. The websites I visit. The articles I choose to read. The links I choose to click on. In the same way that what I eat dictates my nutrition and and what I do in terms of exercise activities determines my physical health, what I read and see and think and feel determines my mental health. And I find that my view of the world is so limited. So narrow. Because algorithms and branding and marketing ensures that I’m targeted as specifically as possible. That I’m treated precisely the same as I was in the past. Such that I will repeat history, repeat my mistakes. repeat my pain.

I need to break this cycle. I need to break my history. I need to stop retracing my steps. I need exploration. I need creativity. I need art and its inspiration of new thoughts and ideas.

My mind is open. Show me the way

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