Amidst Chaos Quotes

I race you, Ryles,” he says in a voice that’s implacable and unwavering amidst the swirling chaos.

He could offer her an eternity of challenges and passion, of quiet, tender moments stolen in the depths of riotous flames and ravaging storms--tranquility amidst the chaos.

Planning for life's uncertainties amidst chaos is a way to fortify ourselves. It's not just about external safety measures but also about nurturing inner strength. ("Life had taken them by Surprise “)

Like it or not, we are constantly forced to juggle tasks and battle unwanted distractions—to truly set ourselves apart, we must learn to be creative amidst chaos.

During the flames of controversy, opinions, mass disputes, conflict, and world news, sometimes the most precious, refreshing, peaceful words to hear amidst all the chaos are simply and humbly 'I don't know.

Mindful awareness lets us find peace amidst chaos and cultivate resilience that sparks happiness. Even in the barren fields of our emotions, the poppies of happiness can surprisingly grow bountifully. (Love, Happiness, and Insight)

Where was the excitement in dependability? Where was the spontaneity in a predictable world? He could offer her an eternity of challenges and passion, of quiet, tender moments stolen in the depths of riotous flames and ravaging storms—tranquility amidst the chaos. She belonged with him, wearing regal robes. He had so much to teach her about the nether realm, about the glories of manipulation and madness.

To experience peace does not mean that your life is always blissful. It means that you are capable of tapping into a blissful state of mind amidst the normal chaos of a hectic life.

I felt angry, frustrated. I felt I didn't belong, not in my church, not in my home, not in my skin. Amidst the chaos, i felt alone, in need of a friend instead of a sister, someone detached from my world. The "woman's role" theory disgusted me. I would soon be a woman, and I knew I could never perform as expected. I was tired of my mom's submission to her religion, to her husband's sick quest for an heir, to his abuse. I was sick of my dad, of reaching for him as he fell farther away from us and into the arms of Johnnie WB.

What are we calling that, exactly?” I ask. Arthur ponders this for a moment. “Hmm. How about … Haphazard Medley Inspired By Radio on the Drive Over, Messrs. McCartney, Lennon, Harrison, and Starr, The Most Hideous Preteen Holiday Monstrosity Ever Inflicted Upon The Ears Of Longsuffering Parents, The Smiths Because I Know You Like Them, And A Great Deal Of Nonsense Made Up Spur Of The Moment, All For The Beautiful Boy Who Is Sitting Next To Me, Because Somehow, Amidst The Recent Chaos, Dissatisfaction, And Mediocrity Of My Existence, Lord Knows How, I Seem To Have Done Something Very Right.” Oh, this guy. “You’re never going to fit that on any album sleeves,” I say, leaning in to rest my forehead against his. “Just the beautiful boy part, then,” he compromises, starting to smile.

He was a single captured moment, a stillness amidst the chaos and noise, a dark ghost in the world of the living. Monochrome in his paleness and dark clothing, standing poised as if the crow would take flight—or the spirit would fade away, as dead as the boy lying blank and empty on the pavement.

I chose the light amidst the lurking darkness. I chose calmness and stillness among a crowd bathing in chaos. I chose happiness over screaming negativity around and I chose to be ME over the temptation of being like somebody else.

His Calm restored along with the smoke filling his lungs – and it felt like becoming the center of the world. Everything moved around him in chaos, screams, wind, and fire, and he just stood still. A mountain amidst the universe.

how can i refuse to believe my life is anything short of a miracle if amidst all this chaos i was given this life. - circumstances

When you remain centered and focused amidst chaos, you can inspire grounding and calmness in your team

Life is less clear to me every day. The world’s harsh technicolor swirls jumble before my eyes until I’m dizzy. Amidst sheer chaos, you are my only black and white and nothing is more beautiful to me.

A feeling struck me one fine day that people call ‘love’, Before that my life was empty, all I had was loneliness and sorrow… I loved the way it felt being with him, for I felt up above, Now everything was complete and nothing remained hollow… That person who cupid made me fall for, was a God descended from heavens, I loved him with all I had, a true heart and a pure soul… I thought I achieved the meaning of life, never did I felt so glad, But when he left me amidst a chaos, I had no one with me to console… I cried, it hurt, I wept and screamed, everyone called me ‘mad’, And still I wonder if in my life, that actually was his role… But a string still binds me to my past of untold vow, Some unsaid promises that linger between us even now, Although I don’t know where he went after that fateful day… I still try to convince myself every day, I know how, Each moment has been tough, each day a new challenge… Each hour passed as if it was my heart that always allowed, One more day to live without him, one more day to cherish… One more day to spend without the love of my life somehow, But he doesn’t know that one day, the girl herself would perish… Who loved him and lived each day of her life in his wait, For the man who never returned, for the man who wasn’t in her fate…

The pain in Vinay’s voice disturbed Radhika. “Shangri-La is a state of mind, Vinay. If you’re happy, then everything around you will be okay and in harmony. Nothing is perfect anywhere. We must find our own paradise amidst the chaos. Just the way a beautiful lotus blooms in dirty water.

It reminds me of you. Raging with violent beauty, demanding to be seen amidst the chaos of the world beneath it.

Life is full of disparate details arbitrarily joined together by dreams, pain and yearning. I do not long for sense, but I call for emotion and imagination amidst this chaos.

The joy of comradeship in this foreign land has been killed by silence and overprotection of personal space. I miss the chaos around me for it makes me realise that I am amidst life and alive.

Moments of peace. Moments of joy. Moments of love and light and laughter. That may be all we have this year, amidst the chaos and insanity of this world, and yet, and yet, we must take those moments where we can find them make them know them be them. It is at least better that way. Otherwise, we're just wallowing in the darkness, allowing the forces of chaos more power, allowing the insanity to create what is to come.

To create order amidst this chaos did not require either brilliance of conception or a mighty display of force, but it required a clear insight into the interests of Rome and of her subjects, and vigor and consistency in establishing and maintaining the institutions recognized as necessary.

Amidst all of this chaos, I am quick in noting- and cataloguing- the good, joyful things in life. Good and joyful are many things found in this collection of writings: things that share the one common feature of being still in existence. I have found nothing good that was ever brought about by progress.

There is a famous painting of the young Napoleon crossing the St Bernard Pass on his way to the Italian campaign which rocketed him to fame. Louis David’s canvas shows him on a rearing horse, and everything about the painting is motion; the horse rears, its mouth open and eyes wide, its mane is wind-whipped, the sky is stormy and the General’s cloak is a lavish swirl of gale-driven colour. Yet in the centre of that frenzied paint is Napoleon’s calm face. He looks sullen and unsmiling, but above all, calm. That was what he demanded of the painter, and David delivered a picture of a man at home amidst chaos.

I drag my world where I belong... Lost in the oubliette of conscious I hide from the murkiest of shadows Generate hope amidst fear And dewdrops amidst rain My tears don’t carry the burden of pain By taking the draperies of fate along In desire of meeting my beloved in chaos I drag my world where I belong...

So for me the essence of life is very simple. It is just this, awareness that allows us to trust in our own truths (without feeling any need to convince others), living gracefully amidst the chaos, maintaining a sense of balance (not being pulled around by the supposed opposites or false paradoxes), and being able to choose how we direct our lives.

Real people, smart or otherwise, sometimes make stupid choices, and despite judgment, whether from other writers, readers, or haters, books with outwardly stupid characters making stupid choices will continue to sell, because if you dig a little deeper, you’ll find a reason for a character’s moment of idiocy; and more notably, this moment of idiocy amidst the chaos of life is real and relatable.

In the distant past the British Isles were ruled by tribes of giants. In the north, in the highlands of Scotland, in what is now Ross-shire, lived such a tribe of giant beings. This primeval tribe was renowned for their strength, and was famous for its incredible kinsfolk, such as Gog-Magog and the Cailleach-Mhore (Great Cailleach). This Cailleach was famed for her strength, even amongst this mightily-hewed tribe. One day, Cailleach Mhore was walking over the hills with a pannier of earth and rocks on her back. Pausing for breath, she stopped and stood on the site of Ben-Vaichard. As she stood gazing around her, the pannier gave way and all its contents came pouring out. Amidst the noise and chaos the Cailleach-Mhore cursed as her load was scattered. When the dust had cleared her gaze passed over a completely new landscape, with new hills formed by the earth and rocks she had been carrying.

bombs brought entire cities down to their knees today refugees boarded boats knowing their feet may never touch land again police shot people dead for the color of their skin last month i visited an orphanage of abandoned babies left on the curbside like waste later at the hospital i watched a mother lose both her child and her mind somewhere a lover died how can i refuse to believe my life is anything short of a miracle if amidst all this chaos i was given this life - circumstances

There were, in such voyages, incalculable local dangers; as well as that shocking final peril which gibbers unmentionably outside the ordered universe, where no dreams reach; that last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the centre of all infinity—the boundless daemon-sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin, monotonous whine of accursed flutes; to which detestable pounding and piping dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic ultimate gods, the blind, voiceless, tenebrous, mindless Other Gods whose soul and messenger is the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep.

I don’t know about you, but most people often look for circumstances, situations & a way to achieve a sense of inner peace & bliss. Darling listen – the nonsense, chaos & the noise will always be there. No one has control over these. But despite of those unwarranted things & circumstances you can stay in peace & maintain your bliss by controling your response to things & how you view things. I repeat – when you can’t control what’s happening, help yourself to control how you respond to what’s happening & make the most of it. That’s where your greatest power is. Sweetheart, today l want you to bring a sense of play, delight, awe & enthusiasm to your daily life & everything you choose to do. I want you to keep thinking about the people you care about & the people who care about you. I wish you to do more of those things & think more of those thoughts that fill your heart & keep it warm. I pray God to help you in becoming more capable of being peaceful, amusing, tasteful & blissful amidst all the chaos of a hectic life..

On my last walk, I arrived at the beach just as the sun was being swallowed up by the horizon, at the edge of the sea. I allowed the twin feelings of melancholy and joy, sadness and awe to settle, and waded into the water. I dunked my head and flipped over and floated on my back. Deep breaths, eyes closed. And then I had one of those moments that we promise to remember, but always forget; one of those moments that can save our lives. It was a sense of being completely alone and completely connected. Of missing everyone and everything and nothing, absolutely nothing at all. Of being utterly bereft and entirely fulfilled. And I understood, for that moment, for that life-saving moment that I’ll soon forget, what it means to be alive. That life is a balancing act between the things we long for and the things we have, between contentment and being restless for other, for more, between gratitude and self-pity, between the draw of hope and the pull of despair. And somewhere amidst all of this, amongst the chaos of conflicting emotions that make up the human psyche, at some place that’s at its centre only in a metaphorical sense, there is a state of peace. Not neutral, because the contradictions don’t cancel each other out, but balanced. A state of being aware of the feelings on either side, but not participating in them, of feeling both the draw and the pull and staying put. Of experiencing everything and nothing. That’s how I felt, for a moment, as I floated in the sea on my back. That’s what I promised myself not to forget.

In the Metro, one evening, I looked closely around me: everyone had come from somewhere else . . . Among us, though, two or three faces from here, embarrassed silhouettes that seemed to be apologising for their presence. The same spectacle in London. Today’s migrations are no longer made by compact displacements but by successive infiltrations: little by little, individuals insinuate themselves among the “natives,” to anaemic and too distinguished to stoop to the notion of a “territory.” After a thousand years of vigilance, we open the gates . . . When one thinks of the long rivalries between the French and the English, then between the French and the Germans, it seems as if each nation, by weakening one another, had as its task to speed the hour of the common downfall so that other specimens of humanity may relay them. Like its predecessor, the new Völkerwanderung will provoke an ethnic confusion whose phases cannot be distinctly foreseen. Confronted with these disparate profiles, the notion of a community homogeneous to whatever degree is inconceivable. The very possibility of so heteroclite a crowd suggests that in the space it occupies there no longer existed, among the indigenous, any desire to safeguard even the shadow of an identity. At Rome, in the third century of our era, out of a million inhabitants, only sixty thousand were of Latin stock. Once a people has fulfilled the historical idea which was its mission to incarnate, it no longer has any excuse to preserve its difference, to cherish its singularity, to safeguard its features amidst a chaos of faces.

In the Metro, one evening, I looked closely around me: everyone had come from somewhere else . . . Among us, though, two or three faces from here, embarrassed silhouettes that seemed to be apologising for their presence. The same spectacle in London. Today’s migrations are no longer made by compact displacements but by successive infiltrations: little by little, individuals insinuate themselves among the “natives,” too anaemic and too distinguished to stoop to the notion of a “territory.” After a thousand years of vigilance, we open the gates . . . When one thinks of the long rivalries between the French and the English, then between the French and the Germans, it seems as if each nation, by weakening one another, had as its task to speed the hour of the common downfall so that other specimens of humanity may relay them. Like its predecessor, the new Völkerwanderung will provoke an ethnic confusion whose phases cannot be distinctly foreseen. Confronted with these disparate profiles, the notion of a community homogeneous to whatever degree is inconceivable. The very possibility of so heteroclite a crowd suggests that in the space it occupies there no longer existed, among the indigenous, any desire to safeguard even the shadow of an identity. At Rome, in the third century of our era, out of a million inhabitants, only sixty thousand were of Latin stock. Once a people has fulfilled the historical idea which was its mission to incarnate, it no longer has any excuse to preserve its difference, to cherish its singularity, to safeguard its features amidst a chaos of faces.

how can i refuse to believe my life is anything short of a miracle if amidst all this chaos i was given this life -circumstances

Where was the excitement it dependability? Where was the spontaneity in a predictable world? He could offer her an eternity of challenges and passion, of quiet, tender moments stolen in the depths of riotous flames and ravaging storms - tranquillity amidst the chaos.

Are you so eager for war?” the drow asked, his face barely an inch from the elf’s. “Do you long to hear the screams of the dying, lying helplessly in fields amidst rows and rows of corpses? Have you ever borne witness to that?” “Orcs!” the elf protested. Drizzt grabbed him in both hands, pulled him forward, and slammed him back against the wall. Hralien called to Drizzt, but the dark elf hardly heard it. “I have ventured outside of the Silver Marches,” Drizzt said, “have you? I have witnessed the death of once-proud Luskan, and with it, the death of a dear, dear friend, whose dreams lay shattered and broken beside the bodies of five thousand victims. I have watched the greatest cathedral in the world burn and collapse. I witnessed the hope of the goodly drow, the rise of the followers of Eilistraee. But where are they now?” “You speak in ridd—” the elf started, but Drizzt slammed him again. “Gone!” Drizzt shouted. “Gone, and gone with them the hopes of a tamed and gentle world. I have watched once safe trails revert to wilderness, and have walked a dozen-dozen communities that you will never know. They are gone now, lost to the Spellplague or worse! Where are the benevolent gods? Where is the refuge from the tumult of a world gone mad? Where are the candles to chase away the darkness?” Hralien had quietly moved around the wall and walked up beside Drizzt. He put a hand on the drow’s shoulder, but that brought no more than a brief pause in the tirade. Drizzt glanced at him before turning back to the captured elf. “They are here, those lights of hope,” Drizzt said, to both elves. “In the Silver Marches. Or they are nowhere. Do we choose peace or do we choose war? If it is battle you seek, fool elf, then get you gone from this land. You will find death aplenty, I assure you. You will find ruins where once proud cities stood. You will find fields of wind-washed bones, or perhaps the remains of a single hearth, where once an entire village thrived. “And in that hundred years of chaos, amidst the coming of darkness, few have escaped the swirl of destruction, but we have flourished. Can you say the same for Thay? Mulhorand? Sembia? You say I betray those who befriended me, yet it was the vision of one exceptional dwarf and one exceptional orc that built this island against the roiling sea.” The elf, his expression more cowed, nonetheless began to speak out again, but Drizzt pulled him forward from the wall and slammed him back even harder. “You fall to your hatred and you seek excitement and glory,” the drow said. “Because you do not know. Or is it because you do not care that your pursuits will bring utter misery to thousands in your wake?

Some of the most horrific dictators rose to power amidst chaos.” I

Without social outliers, we as a society would not know where the “regular” bounds end. And thusly the “normal” order exists as a direct result of the romantically divergent freaks, who live on the outskirts of understanding, amidst the chaos. They are what/who keep our insanity sane. Please thank the strangest person you know

During challenging times, we tend to take the easy way out. Our life's course will be shaped based on these crucial moments. Amidst the chaos and confusion you may encounter in life. Always keep your inner-self calm. Helps navigate life better.

Reflection gives the brain an opportunity to pause amidst the chaos, untangle, and sort through observations and experiences, consider multiple interpretations, and create meaning… This meaning becomes learning.

If you lived amidst hundreds identical to yourself, chaos will habitually set in. CHAOS IS FOOLPROOFED It’s not about color, race, culture or religion. Chaos is not a design of our polarity, it’s provoked by the cluelessness of our invariability. P.S. “Similitude implies PEACE

According to a report in Harvard Business Review, research shows that “Reflection gives the brain an opportunity to Pause amidst the chaos, untangle and sort through observations and experiences, consider multiple possible interpretations, and create meaning.”2 If we can create that Pause in the chaos, we can make more thoughtful decisions.

In the general desolation, amidst the rubble, Rask was the only man standing. And he stood taller than ever, since most of the other speculators’ losses had been his gain. He had always benefited from chaos and turmoil, as his masterful operations during the ticker delays repeatedly had proven, but what happened over the last months of 1929 had no precedent. Once this picture became clear enough, the public was quick to react. It had been Rask who engineered the whole crash to begin with, people said. Slyly, he had whetted a reckless appetite for debts he knew all along could never be honored. Subtly, he had been dumping his stocks and driving the market down. Artfully, he had leaked rumors and stoked paranoia. Mercilessly, he had overthrown Wall Street and kept it under his thumb with his selling spree the day right before Black Thursday. Everything—the breaks in the market, the uncertainty, the bearishness leading to panic selling, and eventually the crash that would ruin multitudes—had been orchestrated by Rask. His was the hand behind the invisible hand.

Enthusiastic chaos immediately erupted, and the rest of the day went as usual, getting a little learning done amidst the work of socializing small wild animals in the general direction of civilized adulthood.

It is often amidst the chaos in our life that we finally find the reason for our existence.

Amidst all the chaos, one memory stands out. A ten-year-old boy in the upper-class Hindu-dominated neighbourhood where we were staying was taken on a tour of the city by his father, mainly to parts where Muslims were being hunted down by mobs. The idea of this “riots tourism” was to make a man out of this boy, and, as his mother explained to us, to prepare him to withstand any kind of “frightening sights”. There was something eerily Ku Klux Klannish about that behaviour, I thought.

Life is less clear to me every day. The world’s harsh technicolor swirls jumble before my eyes until I’m dizzy. Amidst sheer chaos, you are my only black and white and nothing is more beautiful to me.

we must learn to be creative amidst chaos. POSITIVE

Values offer focus amidst the chaos.

I have yet to see any method which can predict a man’s development more than a short time ahead. And even if we could predict human growth, we should have no right to play providence. However ‘scientific’ the method, it would still at best work with 60% or 70% of accuracy; and no man has a right to dispose of other people’s lives and careers on probability.34

Roger Berkowitz, CEO of Legal Sea Foods—a $215-million company with over four thousand employees—explained in an interview with Inc. magazine how his work style depends on the forces of nagging. “People who want me to do something . . . have to remind me repeatedly,” he explained. “It’s management by being nagged.” The reliance on—and even the encouragement of—nagging may at first appear bothersome. It may be annoying to be constantly reminded about something while trying to immerse yourself in a creative project. However, amidst the chaos of meetings and trying to prioritize the elements of multiple projects, nagging from others helps you prioritize by natural selection. When someone is consistently bothering you about something, chances are you have become a bottleneck in the team’s productivity.

Without warning, she heard shouts from outside and then blood-curdling yells filled the air. Gunfire followed, causing Hannah to jump to her feet. She hurried to see what was happening amidst the chaos and had just reached the flap of the tepee when someone came crashing through. Falling backwards, Hannah clung to the person who somehow seemed to roll to one side and take the impact of their fall. It was then that Hannah saw that William Barnett was the man holding her. “What’s happening?” she demanded. Bullets zinged around them, cutting through the hide of the shelter. William pushed her head down against his chest and covered her. “Soldiers,” he managed to tell her above the din. “We’re under attack by the Frontier Army.” Hannah felt a chill wash over her. How had the soldiers found them? Would they kill everyone or were they merely trying to frighten them? “Hannah, listen to me,” William said, taking hold of her face. “We need to get out of here. The ground slopes down to the river just behind the tepee. I’ll cut our way out. Stay down on the ground and move toward the river once we’re outside.” “But why? Why do we have to leave?” she asked. “They’ll see that we are white and not harm us.” “They won’t stop long enough to check skin color,” he replied. “If you’re living here, they’re gonna figure you to be Comanche or else soiled by association. Now, come on.

I look again at the pictures of my life, of their lives without me. They surround me like a mural, creating an interesting brand of chaos amidst God's stillness.

True peace and happiness cannot thrive amidst chaos and division. Embracing diversity is the cornerstone of building harmony and understanding.

Many professed Christians have conformed to the world, embracing idolatrous lifestyles that neglect the vulnerable and ignore the biblical mandate to care for the least of these. As the end days approach, many will succumb to deceiving spirits, demonic doctrines, and hypocrisy, leading to a great apostasy. But amidst the chaos and persecution, afflictions and hardships, we must stand firm in our faith, refusing to abandon our trust in Christ. For it is in the darkest moments that our allegiance to Him is tested and proven. Let us hold fast to the anchor of our hope, Jesus Christ, and persevere in His truth, even when all else fails.

Amidst the chaos of life’s tempests, the seeds of hope take root, blossoming into beacons of light that guide us through the darkest nights, reminding us that even in the depths of despair, the human spirit endures.

Blame is useless amidst madness.

We don’t need a reason to fight because the fight itself has become the reason. In that way, getting the shit kicked out of me is just another means to feel cared for. The fight is the shortcut to the attention we crave as we seesaw back and forth between violence and victim, using both sides to claw for love. How it got this way is anyone’s guess. Blame is useless amidst madness. But it’s clear to me that I co-author this chaos.

Rather than the proud building in the pictures, the inn crouched broodingly amidst a chaos of weeds and neglect. It felt to her as if the place were hiding a terrible secret.

If you can be merry amidst the chaos in the world, then you have struck gold, for chaos is permanent, and joy is temporary. - Peter Ojo.

If you can be merry amidst the chaos in the world, then you are truly alive, for chaos is permanent, and joy is temporary. - Peter Ojo.

Endings...,” she mumbled to herself, as she watched the rain fall, “they’re just new beginnings in disguise.” It was an affirmation of hope amidst the chaos - a reminder that no matter how daunting the task ahead may seem, there was always a new beginning waiting.

It’s also desperate. A mingling of fear, guilt, and unspoken apologies. And as he pulls me closer, my heart revels in the connection, the closeness, the need for something real amidst the never-ending chaos my life has slowly become.

By Monday afternoon it was as if the hiatus of the last month had never occurred. Ten crates unloading, nine boxes opened, eight phones ringing, seven staff complaining, six desks in various states of assembly, five damaged chairs, four cases pending, three workmen hammering, two computers crashing and a cat locked in a filing cabinet with no key. Arthur Bryant was sitting back at his desk, beaming amidst the chaos, looking for all the world as if he had never left.

I thought how things conceived for a good reason could become just as terrifying as things conceived in error and out of spite. And how, amidst all the chaos and the brutality of life, one tried to control a peculiar, alien, intimate world, while longing for the wind to waft away all memory, every residue and odor of the tragic past.

Songs of Resilience In the embrace of dreams, just hours ago, A peaceful respite from the relentless woe. A pounding headache, an unwelcome guest, Little did I know, life's twists manifest. Within this short span, reality unfolds, Intricate tales in life's narrative, it molds. The stillness of night, a canvas unknown, Does fate weave a story, or am I on my own? Ups and downs, orchestrated or chance, Life's peculiar dance, a cosmic trance. Unknowingly scripting each fleeting scene, A puzzle of purpose in moments between. Change, the sole constant in this grand display, Amidst chaos, paving the extraordinary way. Understanding life's symphony, a daunting quest, Yet, in unraveling, the soul finds rest. Amidst uncertainty, duty stands tall, To weather the storm, to rise after a fall. Life's complexities may dance and twirl, Yet, steadfast commitment, an unwavering swirl. The universe, keeper of secrets untold, Yet my promises, my dreams, I'll hold. In a world of rights, respect is key, Through unexpected journeys, I'll journey with glee. Adversities may knock, storms may roar, Hope clung to, dreams cherished, forevermore. In the face of bad, promises kept, Through life's ebb and flow, I'll intercept. For every twist, every turn, in this grand scheme, I stand resolute, keeping my hope and dream. In the tapestry of life, a promise redeemed, Through the unexpected, my spirit esteemed.

Amidst the chaos of profanity I seek to know if I will ever deserve The slightest inner peace."​

It’s mayhem, it’s chaos, and then the hose is unleashed. An icy torrent of water knocks me to the ground and separates me from Seth. Water fills my nose, and I choke on it, coughing hard and desperately trying to shield my eyes from the worst of it so I can see. The spray moves away from me long enough that I can stand on shaky legs. It’s a fight to regain my bearings, my vision still blurred, and stray limbs and bodies tangle across the ground, tripping me with every step. The gate is at my back, and everywhere I look is a mess of water, people, and mud. It’s so loud; even when I blink away the last of the water, I still feel too disoriented, like I’m disconnected from my body. I slip. My shoulder slams into concrete, and I breathe through the pain as I force myself to my feet again. Someone shouts my name, but then there’s a guard in front of me, his helmet visor pulled up so I can see the wicked gleam in his eyes when he pulls out a small black object from his belt. I spot the metal prongs and realize what’s about to happen. Terror lances up my spine, thick and suffocating in my throat. I can’t move. Behind me, Ajei screams. A large hand wrenches me back by the arm, and I lose my balance. Electricity crackles from the end of the taser, missing my drenched side by a centimeter as I crash to the ground hard. “We saw you!” Someone screams. “We have a video! Murderer! You tried to kill him!” Without warning, hands are everywhere, grabbing me and pulling me back to safety. “No, wait!” I shout, struggling to free myself from their grasp. I can’t leave now, not like this. I need to be up at the front, strong in the face of danger, just like our ancestors. I need to make my family proud; need to protect them and the land we were blessed with the way I promised I would. There’s a cry of pain, and I catch a glimpse of Seth yanking my attacker’s arm behind his back until he’s forced to drop the taser, which Seth kicks away. His eyes are ablaze, and he’s utterly ruthless, but despite everything, I can only think of how beautiful he looks. Then, he swings out a leg and takes out another guard who is going after a fleeing Ajei, her phone in her hand from where she had been recording everything. He spies me on the ground amidst the throngs of protestors, something like fear on his face, and roars, “Get him out of here!

Our task, is not to fear the distracting world, but to learn to thrive within it, to become the eye of the storm, calm amidst chaos. To be like the oak that stands tall against the howling winds, not because it is immune to the storm, but because it has learned to weather it. Such is the power of an unyielding focus in a world beset by distractions.

If someone wounds your heart, instead of understanding or reasoning or searching for the weapon, spend time, as a mother does to her baby, to care for the hole in your own heart.

Amidst chaos, find your compass in the tranquility of your soul, guiding you through turbulent waters

Amidst the chaos of childhood, caregivers provide necessary order.

Akathisia's stygian abyss, where immeasurable restlessness tears the matrix of the psyche apart, is where beauty, love, and resilience find their most resolute expression. Even though Akathisia makes the body a puppet to an unseen puppeteer and the soul a vessel adrift in turbulent seas, human strength is the ability to find grace amidst chaos, cultivate love in desolate landscapes, and summon resilience in the face of despair and deterioration. Thus, amid mental and physical anguish, humanity's indomitable spirit transforms suffering into a crucible that yields a transcendent understanding of beauty, love, and the will to overcome. We become wise, compassionate, and resilient through suffering in this crucible.

Self-care has become a default way to maintain a sense of control in a chaotic world. I don't think the world has necessarily become more chaotic, but the idea of choice certainly has - there are so many options thrown at us daily, from both the marketplace and the internet- and amidst this chaos of choice, we double down: less willing to relinquish control over ourselves, our bodies, our careers.

of how amidst near-utter chaos a few men sought the coolness of contemplation, the utter calm that precedes not philosophizing but grim, determined action.

He gazed at the star studded sky amidst all chaos and despair, with the slightest of hope to soar high to the zenith from the nadir.

Yet the story of the 1918 influenza virus is not simply one of havoc, death, and desolation, of a society fighting a war against nature superimposed on a war against another human society. It is also a story of science, of discovery, of how one thinks, and of how one changes the way one thinks, of how amidst near-utter chaos a few men sought the coolness of contemplation, the utter calm that precedes not philosophizing but grim, determined action.

The ability to drop anchor and find your center is the secret to thriving amidst chaos. Just like the place that’s in the eye of a cyclone is calm, you too can be calm when dealing with an upheaval or crisis. Find your center through a meditative, immersive, practice. Then, the whole world around you may be running amok, but you are unmoved, watching all the mindless circus. When you anchor and you are centered, you are unmoved.

lil tidbit, Angela, to feast upon… 1:42 - 1:56 is the demon grey that is doing the manipulating behind the scenes. He peeps out full of desperation, making sure his plan of manipulation and deceitfulness is working to its full potential to the unsuspecting apes/sheep. We are as sheep amidst the wolves. So be on guard so as not to lose your life. bigmikey1979

The Nether Dragon D’tort is on the loose. He is the one whose been causing all the trouble and doing all kidnappings recently. We are trying to take him down, but he’s slick. Anyway, we need to hurry, Dad. No time to talk right now. See you soon. Take care.” “Good luck, boys and stay safe!” Dad replied. We hopped on Krop’s back but before he could go after D’tort, he tried to sense his energy again. “Let me try to detect D’tort. Found him. D’tort is to the south of Crimson City. I wonder what he is up to…” Krop flew after D’tort, and we did find him to the south. Apparently, D’tort had landed on one of the houses and started setting fire to the neighborhood in an attempt to create chaos and mayhem. However, he wasn’t expecting retaliation against him. As we approached the fiery scene, we saw hundreds of Piglins gathering around D’tort, throwing sticks and stones at him, as well as putting out all the fire he created. “What is the meaning of this? I thought you were all supposed to be afraid of Dragons!” D’tort complained, as he tried to swat away the Piglins that were climbing on his tail and hitting him with sword and knives. “Ouch! Get off me!” “We are done with this Dragon!” I heard Pegg Hogg’s voice amidst the crowd before I could even see his face. “We won’t put up with this anymore. We know what Dragons are capable of, but we also know that some Dragons are better than others. You are part of the bad ones, my friend! We won’t surrender, we won’t give up! Now my followers, take this Dragon down!” “Take this Dragon down!” Hundreds of Piglins chanted, as they marched and attacked D’zort. In a frantic attempt to get rid of his enemies, D’tort flew up and started shooting fireballs at the crowd.

Look around you at the groups that thrive and grow even in this age of chaos. There is a common trait to them.They police their borders and behavior of members. There is a cost to defecting and bucking the norms and mores. They say no to bad behavior. They shame behavior detrimental to the group's stability and continuity because they know that the group provides identity and a sense of purpose and belonging.

The nominal father dare not tell his daughter to show restraint and guard her honor. No, he feels like a good father while allowing a 14-year-old to date and play the field. He acquiesces despite having noticed the poor romantic decisions of his sisters, aunts, and friends. The father has abdicated,the throne sits empty. The role is still required, but no one performs it, leading to chaos.

No one is coming to save you. You can assume the mantle of authority in your life. Build a life around you and it becomes your realm. A moment of crisis or confrontation may endanger you or a loved one. Do you have that spark to react and defend your honor and territory? Have you lived so that others know what stakes you are willing to risk for your honor and loved ones? In these times, confrontations can come from anywhere. There is no order, so chaos begets more chance for disputes.

The manipulative mandarins create a culture that encourages the mocking of old ways, faith and knowing one's history. Many may mock you for following the old ways, but if they are not going on the same journey, their words are meaningless. Examine those who do mock you. Physically examine them. Do they exhibit an appealing aesthetic? Examine them from a mental or emotional standpoint. Is their path leading to superior results: Are they tossed in the winds of chaos? Have they secretly replaced the old religion with a new self-centered and consumer-friendly one?

Art must be a part of one's life. Ignore the filthy works trumpeted as art by our cultural mandarins. That is art that reflects our chaos and decay. It is art for a junk society. It is not for you. You seek truth and beauty. Are you an artist? Do you have talent? Even if long since practiced, bring back your talents. Practice again. Even an amateur can produce works that bring light to friends and family.

Like any craft and tradition, hunting too can be shared and passed down generations. From the dawn of man to our own age, the hunting party is a well-worn staple of masculinity. All hunting parties will have roles and rough hierarchy set into them. There is the man who organized the party, the experienced hunters who guide others, some who entertain and cook, and the new hunters that are not just gophers but the next generation to lead future trips. The hunting party creates inside jokes, stories that can only be known by those who attend, and fosters familial bonds. In our culture of chaos,a hunting trip allows for quiet moments that few get anywhere else with friends or family.

FIRST realized that my dog knew more about life than I did after I observed him snoozing in his bed by the fire during the holidays. No matter what kind of chaos might erupt around the house, no matter what demands a child or a spouse might have, no matter what was going on with work, the world, or the furnace, there was a contentment to just “being there”, warm, and near his family, that was undeniable. If that dog could know peace amidst all this chaos, why couldn’t the rest of us? Chaos, I learned, is as much a physical reality that we can do nothing about, as well as an emotional response. The dog chooses to not respond. Amazing.

truly set ourselves apart, we must learn to be creative amidst chaos.

In the depths of decaying garbage dumps is the sorrow of discarded waste, forgotten by society, choking the life out of our vibrant ecosystems, a negligence upon our environment. The grim realities of our polluted world somehow shows the strength of nature’s resilience, blooming amidst the chaos and reminding us of the potential for renewal if we choose to act right. Our actions, no matter how small, have the power to impact the environment and those around us. We are all accountable as caretakers of this planet we live in. It is our responsibility to preserve earth’s natural beauty and the delicate balance of life that keeps us all alive.

Fake fundamentals emphasize technique and order, whereas the game transpires amidst chaos and unpredictability.

Charitable Writing represents our attempt to reconcile "grand, sweeping truths" with the perfectly ordinary goings-on of the writing life. Like making the bed, the craft of writing gives us an opportunity to carve a little space of order amidst the chaos of the world around us. [...] More important still, if we strive to write charitably, we participate in God's greatest and most astonishing enterprise: loving us.

Thinking about others can help us decrease our suffering. In fact, unhappy people tend to be very focused on themselves and this can fuel their suffering. Letting suffering in can let our hearts open to greater love and gratitude. TONGLEN MEDITATION Start by getting grounded and settled.

The danger of the story of the mad genius often ends in people not seeking help because they believe it will diminish their creativity. But it’s important to ask these questions: Is creation amidst destruction more valuable than life? Can balance and genius coexist, or are art and balance mutually exclusive?