Just a short post from what has been a very busy day.

I have found the meaning of life. Or at least, my term for it. And no, it's not orgasm, Colin Firth, or work. It's not love, hate, fire, passion, living, dying. It's not olives, movies, champagne, Sweden, hunger, or softness.

Rhythmic choas, baby. That's the new motto for my life. It seems fitting, really. Anytime I get myself dusted off and ready for a new crisis, the old one sneaks back up and takes me out from behind my knees. Any new survival is just a matter of removing the bandages from the last one.

Rhythmic chaos.

Just savor it a bit. Listen to "Clair de Lune". Sit by a window and watch the planes go by. Don't stress about the next part of your life, be it job promotion, meeting the perfect person, getting pregnant, or watching your kids grow. Don't re-read old love letters and weep for what has gone. Don't shake the Magic 8 Ball to ask what is next. I'm not a fatalist and certainly not advertising being one, I find fatalism a tad too close to apathy. And I stress like no one's business over things that are not up to me. But maybe it's just an illustration that life is all one big screwed up pattern, and all sense of control is only an illusion.

Rhythmic chaos.

Feel free to steal it and make it your life's motto too. Who am I to stop people from discsovering their meaning of life?

-H.

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