Chaos

Making sense of chaos is a popular pastime around the world, yet that pastime is limited by our own concepts of order and chaos. Expanding 'chaos' to include order makes the word chaos null and void. There is no chaos. There is just order that we don't understand.

Life right now seems like a sitcom of chaos, flotsam of a rejection of every definition of order that I can find. The old mathematics instructor on my shoulder tells me to simplify, but how does one simplify so many things that seem unrelated... but are related through the nexus of me? How is it that some have such neat lives whereas mine always seems to be in a extended period of upheaval? I do not know.

Maybe the answer is in the question. And maybe I'm not asking the right question.

Chaos is a word for something that seemingly does not have order, yet everything has some sort of order... the trick is figuring out where that order is derived from, why things happen as they do, and how to make them happen the right way as opposed to the wrong way.