One Apple A Day #622 - the beauty of chaos
I am a messy person in the material world. I leave things everywhere, I keep stuff scattered all around the room. My messiness is one of the reasons I've decided to own as little as possible. It's easier to keep my messiness under control with fewer things to manage.
Anyway, I love chaos. And most of all, I like to make sense of chaos. When I can connect apparently disconnected things, when I can find a shape or form that allow understanding something messy, then I'm happy.
I've always been like that. I think it started when I was very young. I was a shy, goofy and solitary kid. I spent a lot of time on my own reading, dreaming and trying to make sense of things. Somehow, it was my superpower, what makes me unique among all the other kids. And also not one of the most popular, but that's another story.
However, growing up this burning desire to make sense, to understand everything that happens, became a weight holding me back. I was spending all my energy trying to understand life instead of living it. I thought that if I could make sense of things, then I would find happiness. And in doing that, I wasn't really living.
I was observing chaos from the threshold without stepping in.
Then, a few years ago, the chaos hit me like a surge.
My life went upside down.
Nothing made sense anymore. I've been pulled into the messiness of life and forced to live it.
At that time, I felt lost and hurt. But I've also learned the beauty of experiencing life as it is, without the need to make sense but just allowing for the magic to emerge from chaos.
"Babies are born in blood and chaos; stars and galaxies come into being amid the release of massive primordial cataclysms." — from Do the Work by Steven Pressfield