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Agents of chaos

To me, we are all agents of chaos. We aren't like the Joker, unlike him we don't intend good. However ironic that may sound, the world might be a better place with 7 billion jokers than even a billion of us. This blog isn't about us. It's about me and I believe myself to be an agent of chaos. Being born in India, I have been taught to only look at life in one perspective, how good I am with respect to the first ranker. Millions of structured and organized lives make it to university but there I am, amidst all that order, a grain of chaos. Unlike order, chaos is addictive and infectious. People following order envy those who are agents of chaos. Why should they? While I spent a while figuring it out, I realized that in chaos we recover true order. Confusing much? Let's break that down. Chaos is nothing but freedom. Liberty to follow your dreams and do what you love instead of having to live your life by dogma. In that we find work we love, truly and that according to me is the truest sense of order anyone can achieve. Order isn't following the crowd, it is following your dreams such that every moment you spend breathing, billions of your cells are in sync. I'm an agent of chaos but I'm yet to find order amidst chaos. As I aspire to find meaning to each of the emotions I have worn, I hope I have justified the blog through this post. After all, the blog does live up to it's name, doesn't it? The more intriguing question is do I? Do I live up to the blogger I claim to be or is it yet another social mask I don to mask my inner self, one that I am ashamed of? I guess that will uncover itself amidst chaos. Why so serious?
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