Today we embrace our hectic lives and say, screw it, that’s just how things go, as we celebrate Chaos Never Dies Day. It’s a day to own our messy lives and love them like a child who’s just covered his face in chocolate ice cream. Sure, it can also be a day to try to put some order back into your life, but it’s more fun to embrace the mess and smile.
This is a doodlewash of my art studio, which is typically strewn across a cabinet on the edge of our dining room. Sure there’s a little bag to store everything neatly, but getting said things out of said bag is tedious, so this is what it looks like most of the time. It’s just a small glimpse of my chaos, as attempting to draw the “catch-all” dining room table was far too challenging.
There was a time when I was in our house alone that everything was neat and tidy, not because I’m a tidy person, but because there just wasn’t much happening there. When Philippe moved in, things changed and little piles started to appear places. Once, when people were coming over, I told him the house was a mess to which he shrugged his shoulders and replied, “yeah…we live here.” He was right, and for the first time, it felt less like a crash pad and more like a home.
The real definition of chaos is complete disorder and confusion, which seems pretty rare in life. Point out a stack of crap in someone’s house and they will likely be able to tell you what’s in there. They’re not confused, they’re just messy. Though it’s impolite to point out stacks of crap in people’s houses so I really don’t suggest you do that.
I do agree that life can be pretty whack-a-mole sometimes. Just when you think you’ve got time to relax, some new fresh hell fires itself up. It’s life, it’s like that. Laugh it off and stumble on. But chaos is definitely an adult concept. Kids don’t live in such a state. Not because we’re taking care of them, but because they understand life better. And they think it’s fun.
I find life to be like this strange theme park ride that forgot to actually have a theme. You buckle yourself in and start zooming forward wondering what to expect. Each new twist surprises you, and each turn makes you wonder who the heck thought up this silly attraction? But eventually, if you stop worrying about what it’s all supposed to mean, you can just sit back and enjoy the thrill… or wet your pants… or vomit… or whatever it is you do on those things.
Chaos is something I think a lot of creative people already embrace. It’s where those great unexpected ideas come from. And it’s why that pile of art supplies doesn’t look like a mess. It just looks like an opportunity. A chance to make something new. Something that when made, will bring a little happiness into the world.
So I thought about fixing this little mess and instead I decided to doodlewash it. My little chaos is important to me. It’s how I create and what makes our home look like a home. A place where the inhabitants are enjoying life as it comes, and never taking it too seriously. And though we should probably tidy things up, we probably won’t. After all, “we live here.”