The hell of repeating patterns

Any act often repeated soon forms a habit; and habit allowed, steady gains in strength, At first it may be but as a spider's web, easily broken through, but if not resisted it soon binds us with chains of steel.
: Tryon Edwards

Human life is full of the play of samskaras - tendencies developed by repeated actions.
: Vinoba Bhave

The safest road to hell is the gradual one - the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts.
: C. S. Lewis

I imagine retreating to old patterns, repeating unsatisfying, unfulfilling patterns  -- whether in career, love and relationships, or in our daily life, must bring stagnation to spirit and soul and must leave the heart hungry for a life beyond the imprisoning circle  ... why would one subject oneself to behaviors so destructive to the spirit??

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