The Art of Chaos

Chaos. Formerly known as trouble, disorder, a total state of destruction, disarray or mayhem. It can creep on us at any moment, more than likely when things are going a little bit too well. Maybe your relationship is becoming too good to be true, maybe a rare fit of luck is granting you with continuous blessings or maybe it just seems like you're on a streak of habitual happiness 24/7. But then , out of the blue, it hits you and now there's this ominous feeling that something is about to come along and ruin your good grace. Which makes me wonder: if everything is going right for once in your life when is it doomed to fail? If even at all? Is everything made to crumble, leaving us to start again back at square one?

I'd like to think of it as the balance between good and evil in the universe. Yin and Yang, if you will. An everlasting streak of happiness is impossible if the universe works as everyone says it does. This is because we as humans were made to experience hardships and pain. From there, we grow from this pain and harbor it, so that it can make us make us stronger in the end. It builds character as our elders would say. In time, after life has built metaphorical callouses on us, I feel like are shoved back into the world to experience joy and love and success. But only after we have suffered so that we can fully enjoy what we were missing. I think the real art of chaos is deeper than losing a relationship or having an internal struggle with an issue. It's more about the universe, or rather these so said "forces" in the universe, setting us right side up again to where we were or where we need to be.

Heartbreak is just a misfortune, not chaos. It's is scrambling to pick up the pieces of a relationship that you didn't expect to fail. It's waking up distraught, with your chest aching because the pain isn't just emotional. You feel like a zombie as you mindlessly go through the motions of your daily activities because nothing feels right anymore. Every time your phone vibrates you're hoping that it's them, but it never is. And in the back of your mind, you know that the pain is temporary but it feels as though you can never recover. Chaos is watching every "good" thing go.

Excuse me for prattling. Hey, maybe the universe is reading this on my blog and shaking it's head at me for trying understand its intentions. What is the true tipping point of chaos? When does it all fall down? And when does it all get better?

-We'll chat soon, Xx AubreeKhyleStyle