Chaos Is Not the Enemy

Nature here is violent

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Herzog put it best: “Nature here is violent. I see fornication and asphyxiation and choking. And fighting for survival and growing and just rotting away.” That, I think, is the truest summation of life.

And I find that beautiful. Not bleak, not hopeless, just freeing. If there is no grand meaning, no ultimate purpose, then I am unburdened. I can simply be.

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I once saw water burning, flames flickering on the surface, defying reason. It was a reminder that the world is not made to be understood, that contradictions exist without resolution. And yet, there is no need to search for meaning in it. Like Camus said: “The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”

​If existence is absurd, if nature is chaos, then there is nothing to resist, only something to embrace. Chaos is not the enemy. It is life itself. And in surrendering to it, I find a strange kind of calm.

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* in continuation of note - loss of control

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(Drawing in ink and digital drawing, 2023)