Chaos is a living, breathing, viable being hell-bent on one purpose: to devour, to consume, to obliterate.
We arise in the morning facing a new dawn, a fresh chance, a blank slate. Clear. Barrier-less. Free.
Smoke creeps along the edges of the horizon of our minds. Slinking around the limits of imagination. Swirling. Drifting. Evolving.
Chaos is coming.
Inhaling our courage and desire and joy; exhaling fear and doubt and frustration.
Laughter turns bitter. Peace turns sour. Trust turns fractured.
In the words of Dylan Thomas, we must “rage, rage against the dying of the light.”