Controlled Chaos

I have been on a warpath, that seems to lead back to my reflection. Not in any way the highlights, more like the dark side of the moon. The part about you that you feel is like an Achilles heel ( a little rhyme action going) A series of undying foes, repetitive battles with a frighteningly familiar face. Almost a every strike you make is a wound you take. I might have gotten carried away there, but I'm sure you get the gist, at least kind of. I wonder what it takes to shed habits that in one way or another tied to your persona. I think this is the reason some say that the bravest people are those who confront the man in the mirror.

I'm reading this book about a young woman, Paxton Andrews. She's from a rich family and goes to college in Berkley where she falls in love with her roommate's brother. They have your stereotypical novel romance but then her significant other, Peter, is drafted to fight in Vietnam and dies there. So Paxton decides to become a war correspondent in Vietnam, again in your stereotypical 'quest for answers. It ends up being an experience that shakes her to the core. Yet in some way she finds herself being more at home in a warzone than in her peaceful life. So much so that she even leaves the United States to go back after her tenure.

Now this had thinking. What if we, in our primal craving for a place to belong, find a place in the midst of controlled chaos. Controlled chaos is basically our default setting. According to Science, the world came to be as the result of an explosion. That's the definition of chaos itself. Cherries are sweet treats but bite into enough of them and you get cyanide poisoning. It's all about finding a way to limit the chaos or be in control of it. In a quest to ensure permanent protection against an illness it's injected into us (one way or another). I hope you see what I'm getting at

Maybe, without the chaos the value of peace is not understood. Maybe without those cloudy rainy days, the sunny ones wouldn't be as nice. Maybe a resolve would be better than an escape. Maybe I just gave a philosophical meaning to a basic writing trope and made you try to internalize it