
Do we simply fall for people ? Or do we fall for patterns ?
Every lover, every friend, every boss we choose is just a new face playing an old role in our nervous system.
Chemistry? That’s just familiarity dressed up as fate.
We say, “They feel like home,” without asking what home really felt like.
That’s how we mistake anxiety for excitement and control for safety ; over and over again.
The truth is, attraction isn’t magic. It’s memory.
We’re not choosing; we’re remembering.
And until we unlearn what comfort used to mean, we’ll keep calling repetition destiny.