A New Beginning, An Old Ending

I believe in Chaos.

I think once upon a time I use to believe in Order. I don't anymore. Just like I don't believe in simplicity. Chaos I can easily believe in. It twirls in and out of everyone's lives whether they admit to it or not. Each breath you take and each beat of your heart is just one more little pulse of Chaos pounding into the universe. Ah... can you feel it? I think you can.

Chaos is all pervading. It's essential. You can't be rid of it. Don't be silly. Chaos is the tool stuff of the creator. It's a medium with which the artist can work. Chaos is the foundation and basis of organic life. Each little molecule, each little virus, each little thing starts with a big bang. Something happens that alters it. It becomes something else. Over time it becomes so vastly different that you'd be surprised it's the same thing. That's Chaos. It's something that can be subtle or violent. Like most things, it falls into degrees. I began to realize that it truly is necessary if you hope to become something other than a spineless slug that festers under the moist rock of life. Go out and fucking do something! Make some noise! Figurative or literal; I don't give a shit. Just... take a little bit of Chaos and create.

Are you waiting for an invitation to start your own life?