Derailed

I have this theory about chaos. I personally believe that everyone needs a bit of chaos in their lives. It's too boring without it. I have this habit of shaking things up all the time. When life is too boring...when it's already too complicated...all the time. I like to watch things crash and burn and explode. This week, my personal life completely blew up in my face and I loved it. Because now, after the dust has settled, all the superfluous JUNK that was cluttering up my life has been blown away too. That's why I love chaos...it has a habit of calming things down in the end.

It also becomes a matter of awareness. When my life is pushed to an extreme--be it happiness or stress--it reminds me that I'm still here. That this is my life and there is something to be passionate about. I think that people who go through their whole lives without a passion are the saddest things I've ever heard of. It just seems like such a waste of a life. We only get one...why would anyone not want to experience everything?