One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star
Truer words were never spoken.
Every contemporary self-help book I pick up claims it can help us find the power to cope with life’s evils if we follow its instructions. As modern humans, we strive for serenity because we now know that it’s healthier for our bodies and minds. There are thousands of books, products, and medications designed to help you reduce, manage, and survive stress. I think I’ve tried them all. To attain higher consciousness, we must be peaceful and accepting and nonjudgmental at all times. We must not get angry or take offense. We must never have the urge to give some annoying asshole a good slap. We’re told to socialize more and go to church and be spiritual and join clubs and meditate and pray and and blah blah blah.
But without chaos in our hearts, nothing would ever get done.
Much of the advice we are given to help us lead better lives seems to directly oppose our instincts as human beings. It would take an extraordinary human indeed to train oneself to accept with composure the abuses and inequities of our world. How would we incite ourselves to greatness if we aspire to become detached and impassive? It is this very discontent we harbor in our souls which drives us to achieve great things.
Creativity comes in many forms, not just art. I believe our modern world in all its glory is the result of men and women driven by chaos.
I believe we should all try to curb our agitation, especially about the small stuff. But, many of the most respected artists and thinkers in history have suffered deep personal issues, and it made them who they were—positive proof of the creative power of chaos.
Is it possible to find a happy medium?