CHAOS

I hear it so often. That there are forces of good and evil; light and dark; balance and chaos. I see it in
books, on television, in movies, and in so many other mediums of elaborate epics. I see it in people and
the very forces of nature. But I do not see it the way as most others.

We are told from an early age that balance is good and that chaos is evil, but what if that is not the
case? We are told that balance is the natural order and that chaos is anything that clashes against it. But
if that is the case, then wouldn’t earthquakes be harbingers of balance? Are hurricanes not holy heralds
from the heavens, seeking to cleanse the land? If balance is the natural order, and natural disasters are a
part of that order, then wouldn’t all natural disasters be deemed “good”?. For what is more natural than
our very planet itself? And if chaos is anything that defies this order, then what about miracles? Are
they anything more than a random and defiant spark against the very fabric of the universe? No,
miracles are chaos because they were not supposed to happen. And what is more miraculous than the
birth of a living being? What balance, what order, exists in a concoction of flesh and blood thrust into
existence? Is not our very creation just an act of chaos? And if so, then why are we so obsessed with this
idea, this notion of balance? And how have we fooled ourselves into thinking we’re a part of it?

Humans are not balance. We think, we adapt, we grow, we change, we fight, we build. That is not
balance.

A volcano will erupt and destroy everything around it and will cause fires, devastated homes, and
slaughter countless lives without remorse. This is balance because the volcano did what it has to do; it
has not control, not power, over its fury. Only the laws of science control what the volcano does; only
order.

Humanity is chaos not only because of our making, but also because we do something that no natural
force in the universe is capable of doing. We choose. Choice is arguably the most chaotic concept in the
cosmos. Balance is something that happens on its own, that dictates itself; it isn't natural to choose. We
choose to run from the volcano; the volcano doesn't choose to kill us. While everything else is bound to
follow the rules of its upbringing, we are free to ignore our primal purpose.

We are not divided, we are all one under the same universal fact: that nothing we do makes sense. Not
in accordance to the laws of balance, of order. We do what we do because we want to, because we can,
because we are able, and because we are chaotic. It is our birthright. And there is nothing more chaotic
than being born.