Shrouded, clouded, crowded.
Time is not linear, we simply perceive it that way.
Imagine that your life, in all it’s infinite glory, is merely a collection of photographs.
In order, these pictures tell a story.
In chaos, these pictures forge individuals.
Take your beautiful, neat, tidy, organized stack of life and throw it into the air.
The highest mountaintops are nothing without a point of reference.
We cannot glorify our pinnacle, nor dread our nadir.
The story is not complete without the chaos.
In essence, chaos creates order.
What is a plot without a conflict?
Who is a hero without a villain?
Toss away your notions of reality.
Everything is both a blessing and a curse.
Our lives are not defined by the content in them.
People are defined by how that content affects them.
Misery loves company, but it is nothing without bliss.