Skip to main content
Its Beautiful To Be Chaos
I used to think that the world had order, like it was a well oiled machine that had weathered the passing of time and learned peace and sense and purpose along the way. Connecting all of the dots and having all of its ducks in perfect order. Destiny. Purpose. Order. And I. . . I was sure that if the world was order than I must be chaos. From the skin on my toes to the hair on my head I was just me, and I needed, most desperately, to grow into the world around me. I wanted to feel at home in my own skin. I wanted to wake up one day and have this thought that my skin was the skin of those around me, that I could think like, and be like, and act like the world that I am in. But I have come to realize over the passing of time and the endless mornings of waking up as still me, in my very own skin, that chaos is the world and I am my own version of order - filled with purpose. I am chaos at its most beautiful. Beauty is chaos - and this world is filled with a LOT of beautiful people. I believe that for all time from the day that I was born to the day that I die that being inside of my own skin is being home. I believe that chaos is in the slums of India and the Parliament of London. I believe that chaos is in the beggar down the street and in the east indian princess. From the plains of Africa to the shores of Hawaii I see chaos, and I see beauty, and I see purpose. I think that I was created for this skin, that I could meet gurus in India and shamans in Central America, that I could meet catholics and atheists and champions and peace keepers and that I could see the beauty in all of them. There is chaos within us all, and that is simply Beautiful. I think the greatest part of being me is the people that I have encountered. We were all born with a purpose - TO SEEK OUT BEAUTY IN ITS EVERY FORM. I am going to wake up tomorrow morning and I will look in the mirror and I will see my skin - and it will feel like home. I will go out into the world, and I will see the absolute perfect beauty in its chaos.
I used to think that the world had order, like it was a well oiled machine that had weathered the passing of time and learned peace and sense and purpose along the way. Connecting all of the dots and having all of its ducks in perfect order. Destiny. Purpose. Order. And I. . . I was sure that if the world was order than I must be chaos. From the skin on my toes to the hair on my head I was just me, and I needed, most desperately, to grow into the world around me. I wanted to feel at home in my own skin. I wanted to wake up one day and have this thought that my skin was the skin of those around me, that I could think like, and be like, and act like the world that I am in. But I have come to realize over the passing of time and the endless mornings of waking up as still me, in my very own skin, that chaos is the world and I am my own version of order - filled with purpose. I am chaos at its most beautiful. Beauty is chaos - and this world is filled with a LOT of beautiful people. I believe that for all time from the day that I was born to the day that I die that being inside of my own skin is being home. I believe that chaos is in the slums of India and the Parliament of London. I believe that chaos is in the beggar down the street and in the east indian princess. From the plains of Africa to the shores of Hawaii I see chaos, and I see beauty, and I see purpose. I think that I was created for this skin, that I could meet gurus in India and shamans in Central America, that I could meet catholics and atheists and champions and peace keepers and that I could see the beauty in all of them. There is chaos within us all, and that is simply Beautiful. I think the greatest part of being me is the people that I have encountered. We were all born with a purpose - TO SEEK OUT BEAUTY IN ITS EVERY FORM. I am going to wake up tomorrow morning and I will look in the mirror and I will see my skin - and it will feel like home. I will go out into the world, and I will see the absolute perfect beauty in its chaos.
.png)
I am human and divine, chaos - yet in order. The quantum reality of the Strange Attractor is what holds my life to purpose and a mystic kind of destiny. I like your blog - Your chaotic dad
ReplyDeleteI am human and divine, chaos - yet in order. The quantum reality of the Strange Attractor is what holds my life to purpose and a mystic kind of order. I like your blog - Your chaotic dad
ReplyDeleteGo Jo JO. This is awesome. You are beautiful in your own skin. Why would we ever want to be in someone else's anyway, ewwwww.
ReplyDeleteLove it :) Love you!
ReplyDelete