Day 170 "Chaos And Destiny"

 There is no faith that is not blind in nature. That is in essence what faith has always been, blind but not sightless.

The universe might be nothing more than perfect chaos, an unscripted dance of potential and rhythm.

The perception of what any of us think we know can always, and will always, be challenged by another. Our thoughts only belong to the moment we think them up.

Every step in front of another can never fully be understood, because no one can ever fully know more than the intent of the step that is taken, and where it leads is up to the impersonal universe alone.

We are beautiful minds that have purpose because we will this purpose to exist.

We need a reason, even when a reason is nothing more than an illusion for the sake of comfort and safety, for the sake of simply needing a purpose to begin with.

We try to give sight, reason, and a sense of destiny to our lives amid all this chaos. We try to create a cornerstone of faith in the hope to build our empires around it that cannot crumble under the expected scrutiny.

All faith is blind, all faith is hope, and all faith is necessary.

We think we know what we think we know.

We get lost, and in response to this impossible place we invent a map with false destinations and empty continents, in the veiled hope that one of these places might lead us to a place we can once again call home.

We never know what we think we know, and we are nothing more than the sum of our intentions and character.

We are everything we say we are, and yet we are nothing at all.

We are nothing like we imagine ourselves to be, and yet we are exactly as we think we are.

We are a part of chaos and never separate.

We believe what we believe because it gives us reason to believe in something, a reason to believe in faith alone. We desire to believe in an attempt to give sight to the sightless, and to create purpose for the sake and desire of simply having purpose.

We try not to have faith in chaos alone.

We try not to accept the freedom that chaos allows.

We try to force every step to be one made with a larger purpose, and with the ego’s desire to will each step taken with its own desires in mind.

We try.

We set our morals in stone and defend these absolute truths that we have created for ourselves alone.

We become what we tell ourselves we are.

We have blind faith in the idea of who we are, when we never know who we will become.

Hand in hand we have always walked alone, hand in hand we will ourselves together.

The strength of another becomes our own if we choose it, the weakness of another becomes our own defeat if we accept it, and chaos has no interest in destiny.

Chaos is without purpose and reason, and we will it to be otherwise.

Faith is blind, and we say it is not.

Not every step leads you ahead, some will always be meant to lead us back home.