Musings of one person among many. Not exceptional in any way, as with all, I have exceptional experiences and varied reactions to those events. Mine is one of many life stories and how I manage and cope with the events which make my life my own, I attempt to put forth by way of my writings.
Chaos is perfect in and of itself. This is a new thought to embrace. When living is exciting, not always smooth, when I take hold of a concept which is new and difficult for me personally to accept, such as the one written in my first sentence here, I need to remind myself I am living a special life, one in which to savor all. ‘Perfect’ chaos, though an oxymoron when first read, can be seen from a different perspective. As I have come to loathe the word perfect specifically, chaos is a necessary entity. Chaos can allow creative freedom to take over, if one accepts it and does not try to override its presence with a traditional view of what one believes perfect to be. A chaotic life, day, moment can be accepted for what it is. All does not need to be in good form; all does not need to be handled to create art. It can give way to a flow of creative thought, of emotions and imagination. Perhaps this is the birthplace of art more often then not.