Why do we keep making the same mistakes?

Sometimes I wonder if humanity is stuck in a cosmic rerun.

Different fashion, new gadgets, shinier cars…yet the same old storylines.

We keep changing the actors, but somehow the plot refuses to evolve.

In the 1940s, people were deported for being “different.”

Today, we call them “illegal immigrants” and do nearly the same thing,

just with more paperwork, but still without compassion.

Parents who were once hit by their parents often raise the stick again.

Women who escape violent partners too often meet another one with a familiar energetic face.

Smokers keep smoking, drinkers keep drinking, and nations keep waging the same wars under new names.

It’s like déjà vu on a planetary scale.

A Course in Miracles would say: “You can’t learn what you refuse to look at.”

And that’s the secret.

We don’t truly look…we relive.

We keep walking in circles because the mind finds safety in what it already knows.

Familiar pain feels more comfortable than unfamiliar peace.

It’s not that we’re stupid. We’re hypnotized.

The ego is the clever director of reruns…it loves drama, guilt, and repetition.

It whispers: “Maybe this time it’ll work out differently if you just try harder.”

But nothing changes until we step out of the script entirely.

So what can we actually see when we start paying attention?

Let’s say we realize we’re playing the victim….again.

We’ve been ignored, betrayed, or unfairly treated, and that familiar inner cry rises:

“Why me?”

At that moment, a wiser question appears:

“Wait… why am I choosing this role?”

That single shift….from what happened to me to why I keep reenacting it…changes everything.

The ego doesn’t want understanding; it wants reaction.

It feeds on emotional charge, the electricity of conflict.

But when we ask why, the current reverses.

We begin to see that our so-called “oppressor” is actually a mirror showing us an unhealed belief, perhaps the belief that we are powerless, unworthy, or destined to suffer.

When that light turns on, the pattern can no longer hide.

We don’t need to fight the role or fix the world; we simply recognize, “Ah, I wrote this scene myself….and I can rewrite it differently.”

That is the beginning of true healing.

So next time you catch yourself saying, “Why does this always happen to me?”, pause, smile, and think, “Ah, the rerun! I must have tuned into the wrong channel again.”

Then change the channel. Choose Love.

And if you forget…which you will, which we all do…just laugh gently and switch again.

Healing doesn’t happen through guilt or effort, but through awareness.

And once awareness has dawned, it can’t be unseen.

That’s how the rerun ends…not by punishment, but by recognition.

The mind finally says, “I don’t need to play this role anymore.”

And the universe smiles back, ready for the new script:

no longer tragedy or drama, but comedy…

the kind where everyone gets to go home laughing.

With love and light,

G.