The world is utter chaos. And that could easily be the understatement of the year.
This doesn't bother me as much as I'd imagine. On the contrary, it makes me quite happy. Because if it weren't for the seemingly endless pandemonium, how would you ever truly appreciate a sunset? If it weren't for the restless commotion of everyday life, how would you learn the importance of a vacation?
Because if it weren't for the spinning carousal, would you still happily surrender to the stillness that follows? You know the saying - "Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop."
It's almost as if chaos envelopes each individual, and it compounds when we interact with people which, given the wonderful rules of society, is inevitable. We take strands of others' chaos and layer them onto ours. We do it so often and with such ease that before we know it, we're surrounded by a cacoon of unidentifiable clutter which we accept as ours.
The trick is to enjoy your own chaos, but don't get carried away. Don't pick up another's unrest and merge it with your own. Decide what's important, and what is merely detail. "Our life is frttered away by detail. Simplify. Simplify."
Ride on the carousal, but know when to get off.
