The Death of Comfort

Change- is the only constant. Order can be found if sought; but... chaos is inherent. 

Break it down. 

Break down. 

Break. 

Down. 

Dawn. 

Done. 

Day breaks. The light is the chaos. We find strange comfort in this accepted change, in this perpetual cycle of breaking and falling, rising and setting. 

We live to see the light. 

We know it will get dark. 

We imagine a place where darkness and chaos do not exist, some utopian hodgepodge of warmth, light, security, and comfort. We daydream of a heavenly stasis where all is good and all is well, forever and ever, and on and yawn and on.

And, yawn... 

Fuck that shit. 

Sure, a properly positive existence can be defined by harmonic balance. That doesn't mean it's sustainable nor does it really mean that it's supposed to be exclusive. Change will happen. It's one of the few things we truly know. Life itself is change. Change is chaos. Life is chaos. While living, we are presented with a constant choice. Accept the chaotic change -or- be the positive change. The choice is simple. Break down with the chaos or break the chaos down.

Order up.

Here's your change.