Children are barometers of the chaos that exists within their lives.
All too much of the man-made is ugly, inefficient, depressing chaos.
Perhaps it is controlling the chaos within more than the chaos without.
I could not see beauty until I held hands with chaos in silence.
In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.
For me it’s all about creating chaos.. and then getting away with it.
Don’t let their chaos distract you from your goals.
Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting.
At the edge of chaos, unexpected outcomes occur. The risk to survival is severe.
Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.
I like it that order exists somewhere even if it shatters near me.
Controlling others is the cornerstone of dysfunctional families.