Why is life always so chaotic? Always running from here to there, juggling responsibilities and obligations, while somewhere in the middle trying to enjoy the moment and the blessings of each day.
Chaos in the dictionary is defined as a state of utter confusion and disorder or a total lack of organization.
That sounds about right. Organization has never been my forte, and I'm often confused. And I'm not sure that's something I can change; I just love the adventure. On the other hand though, I don't usually stress out over those responsibilities and obligations either. I tend to take things as they come, do the best I can to handle them and move on.
My mom always says that I wouldn't be happy with life any other way. That I probably would come unglued in the "slow lane." She might be right....
But lately, I feel myself looking for the exit to the road less traveled. Maybe a slower way of life IS the next adventure. Wouldn't it be funny if the slow lane is just as chaotic as the fast one?
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