We cry, questioning life,
And we laugh, questioning life.
We are trying to live through this nagging, stinging itch that none of us can figure out or understand.
But the very trying to "figure it out" is the reason why we see purpose.
That is the very point of life.
We desire to live in harmony,
but harmony is unattainable, so we spend our time wondering why harmony is unattainable, and in our quest, neglecting our true being.
We are contradictions, not happy to settle with an answer typically. We prefer rollercoasters over slow flowing rivers. We prefer to seek chaos over peace, naturally.
Where is the kick in peace? Tranquility is boring, harmony is boring.
Be alive, live in chaos, until the day you die.
Chaos exists where beauty lies.
















