there's something oddly fascinating about the sound of waves crashing. it's huge and thundering, but at the same time it plays a quelling melody. roaring, yet peaceful. chaotic, yet tranquil. you get the gist.
it's so easy to miss. so easy. but if you just sat down and challenged the ocean to a staredown, it's possible to be teleported someplace else in the midst of all that noise.
maybe peace isn't the absence of chaos, but rather, the losing of oneself in the chaos.
what was it people said? that it's calmest in the eye of the storm?
maybe.
