I know a lot of people who spend most of their time trying to get everything in order, and I’m sure you know a lot of others too, they basically hate the task they give themselves to with zeal, but in their brain there is a kind of mechanism that prevents them from leaving this tyranny that they keep with devotion. Where logic does not prevail and madness appears, it awakens its anxiety and agitation.
This kind of confrontation between cosmos and chaos, between order and disorder, is part of our history as thinking beings and above all as interpreters of the world we are. Order has an undeniable appeal, which makes sense, makes the world predictable and therefore controllable to some extent.
- There are also those who intend to place this order in emotions.
- As if there was a cabinet for them in our brains and that we could choose every day the one we use and with what thoughts we will put together the whole.
- Perhaps one day.
- With the help of technology.
- We will achieve something similar.
- But it will also mean proof of a tragic fact: our denaturation will be complete.
It could be said in another way: the primitive is always part of life, I speak of intuition, creativity, improvisation and genius, a break with the probable and the expected. That there is no reason and that it is okay if it does not exist, neither in the causal sense (origin) nor in the pragmatic sense (end).
In other words, there is no problem if something happens disconnected from the past and the future, and it breaks this pattern of thought: that is born and dies at the same time, in fact what is happening is a reconciliation with the present, understood in the form of time and present. A beautiful semantic paradox.
Isn’t that wonderful?
Without madness, passion lacks food. Order feeds security, but madness feeds the soul and gives hope. Healthy madness robs hearts and takes them away from all logic, for with their strength he prefers to keep the stolen one alive than his own. Falling in love is crazy that takes over others.
Does that mean a very large investment in resources, dizzying emotional instability and, moreover, passing the time, our most limited resource, begins to gallop at speeds close to light, even surpassing it, since in this state everything seems to dematerialize?. Anything but love itself.
Think about it when you feel this shock because it seems that everything around you is distorted: patterns, as well as statistics, are to be broken, abandon this burden of consciousness because you do not control everything, or there are parts of your coming that are somewhat chaotic. This rare and strange way to keep a certain distance from your life right now is precisely what can inspire or inspire others.
A steady rhythm puts children and adults to sleep. It is the variations that awaken and accelerate our hearts; what we do not expect is what gives intensity to our emotions, so madness is the salt of life: dangerous if consumed in excess, sinful by absence if the dish has no spark and life is a dish that deserves to be appreciated the maximum.