The chaos principle of life

Time passes

and things occur

and from day to day

they are much as you expect them to be in themselves.

And yet although, unbidden,

days accumulate into weeks, months and years

they are not of the same material

from which your dreams were once made

and they do not form a life

anything like the one

you foresaw.

And so it is,

in anticipating the picture,

that you step back from the frame,

eager to view what you have made in its totality.

It is not what you were expecting —

in fact, it is not even a picture;

it appears to have changed into a sculpture,

or a piece of pottery,

or a prism,

or a piece of coal…

a single dyed reed.

It is only in these moments

that Time stops long enough for you to realise all has been in vain;

the world has become fractal;

from afar simple, up close horrendously complicated.

How could a progression that once seemed so logical

have become so unfamiliar, so alien

so utterly not the life you intended to live,

and where are you in it?

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