There is no permanence or no direction of its own. I don't know, but that's the idea I'm getting. So you also said, mistook chaos for destiny.
And I was thinking, chaos for destiny. I don't know. The entire thing I'm hearing here is someone who has stayed so long in a storm, because you feel like it means something or it was important.
Or more like you're romanticizing your own suffering. Or mistook chaos for destiny. You confuse intensity with meaning.
A lot of things that I feel like intent and stuff like that, I don't think they're very meaningful, my take though.
So, you know, sometimes we tell ourselves that this chaos is happening for us, or to us even specifically. And it has a purpose, you know, because sometimes you think about the alternative.
And then you're like, maybe this is supposed to happen to me. Or you don't know that what is actually happening to you is the worst, you know. And it tells us of self-deception.
So I think I also get in self-deception there. And like this piece, I don't know if I'm getting the most accurate description of this, but I think I have lots of ideas from the piece. The part where you said, but time, that quiet, that quiet Helmsman has faded my trembling hands.
The same water that threatened to swallow me, now cradled my reflection in silver heart. I don't know, you write really deep. And I'm thinking, are you trying to create a description of time where it actually does healing for us? You know, because I feel like time doesn't fix us in a moment.
You know, people are like, you know, that's the reason why people say, just give it time. You're going to be okay. Because time doesn't fix you immediately.
