Dear wanderer,
For some, chaos is a ladder. They stay as an éminence grise and play with people and phenomena turning the gurgling pandemonium for their own good. For others, chaos means terror. Chaos means earth slipping from under foot and you have nothing to hold on to. For some, chaos is a battle you lose, the eternal crusade of the unknown against all animate and inanimate objects. For others, it is untamed energy ruling everything and everyone, an incomprehensible set of rules of our existence. Moving even a grain of sand causes the butterfly to begin its effect.
For me, chaos means many things, many random things, many from the abovementioned, and many I wouldn’t ever have time to list. They are all inexplicable events and whimsical decisions with no understandable reasons, leading to unpredictable consequences and diversity of outcomes, often unsuccessful, but always personally yours.
The only way for me to deal with chaos is to move with it. There are so many things out of my control and trying to fight it IS a battle lost. My equilibrium changes so the chaos does take on an ebb and flow. Once recognized, I can add lifeboats to keep my afloat. 🙂