Chaos, as many describes is all that we have.
We strive to find order and regularities in everything.
They try to frame the world, the universe in a model. A model that exudes order. We love order. We love structures. We like to be ordered, but in the process we forget that the more we try and be ordered the more are we moving towards chaos. We all in a manner are chaotic. Nevertheless the drawer near you in whatever manner you arrange it you will find it chaotic in a sense that when the purpose of the things it changes when the order appears to be chaotic.
Chaos is all we have.
It's is there most ordered of the stars, it's there in the universe we dwell in, it is there the smallest of the creatures to the biggest of them.
You see your body may seem to be perfectly ordered at all places but at a small level, a sparingly small level it exudes chaos. All the cells moving in all possible direction somehow trying to fulfill their purpose. That is chaos.
A large gathering of people standing in queues may seem to be ordered but think about their thought process and you will be dwelling in a chaotic pit.
It's is there, so accept it and stop making your life seem to be an order because if the universe cannot itself remain in order how can we expect our self to be.
