Chaos Is Not Friend or Foe

I reject it. All. I’m not looking. For me. For you. For it.

There’s a cause and an effect. And I’m here for no other reason then because.

I talk, I walk, I wake, but I can’t make out what consciousness is. I recognize the trail of honeysuckle and that’s good enough for me.

What was, what is, what will be is best abandoned so mundane tasks get done.

My focus is smeared. By who? Or what?

I’m a morning person.

I like my coffee with cream and sugar. Drinking it is a private affair and yet I want to share that first sip with someone who cares as I do.

I retired last July. I’m likely busier than before.

There are lots of books I’d like to read. Then why do I feel guilty devoting precious time to reading?

On the topic of guilt, sometimes I just want to do nothing, which is actually something, all day long.

My method is my madness and I am content. Chaos is not friend or foe. It just is.