Взялась читать про Индию и книжный магазин, а вычитала про хаос.

What is chaos? I often ask myself.

Google defines it as ‘complete disorder and confusion’. Depends on the context of where it is being used, the definition seems open-ended to me. Aren’t the people around us living their life in confusion? Confusion is an understatement for it. Mayhem, I would say is more apt.

Every person we cross our path with hides a tornado within themselves. They are, we are living with chaos inside us. The chaos of emotions, of past, of future, and that of longing.

It is said that there is something known as inner peace. A moment when you are content with everything you have, content with your life and you don’t have any complaints.

I don’t agree with this. This is momentary, I feel. Just for some time, a particular moment in time might have the ability to conceal our inner storm but one can never get rid of the chaos inside them. It stays inside you. Deep down inside your heart and travels to the grave with you.

Just because you cannot get rid of your inner chaos, doesn’t mean that you cannot embrace the one around you. It takes patience, acceptance, and self-realization.

https://modernemag.com/2020/09/03/deliverance-amidst-chaos-how-the-frenzy-of-the-national-capital-set-me-free/

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