A truth too naked to disguise, striking down like lightning upon restless minds: There exists grandeur in chaos. It is chaotic, maelstrom-like disorder that gingerly uproots the masked tendencies to control. Begin with acceptance; chaos is your teacher, and your acceptance, its lesson plan.
Next, let disorder weave through the fabric of your routine, threading your experience with unpredicted stories. Become the architect of destruction—a deliberate tormentor of routine—but know directly that the beautiful ruins are yours to rebuild, piece by expectant piece.
Lastly, rear your sight towards the transient victories masked as defeats. Inverted truths lie concealed in simplicity: The end is an illusory complex conundrum. Endure, and in your endurance, find the architect's draft transforming pathless chaos into comforting constellations of reinstated order.