“Miracles in the Chaos” Fiction. Based on a True Breath Amidst the Chaos

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“Miracles in the Chaos”

Fiction. Based on a True Breath Amidst the Chaos

By K.E.A

This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional

 

It starts off small, little things that are gradually piled upon each other. A mound of things builds up until it becomes larger than you can manage.

It’s like a rat’s nest. Small strands of hair get tangled up and become a knotted, unkempt mass that you struggled to work through and untangle.

You try and find the order in the chaos, that one something that makes sense. Finding an effective way of communication is a struggle. The constant change keeps you bouncing along the waves until your mind lags from exhaustion and you fear that you’ll drown under everything.

It demands so much from you. The constant movement. The constant going. You feel yourself fraying and fracturing. The heavy bass sound slams against your skull and thoughts are hard to keep straight.

You feel the heavy weight of disappointment on you. Despite all your best efforts to make something happen, how many flyers you handed out, how many people you told, how many social media posts you constructed, how many prayers you prayed, and how hard the team worked, it didn’t meet the expectations. That can be disheartening as you try to find out what went wrong. Still, there is something to be learned in failure. Even though the sting remains of that memory of disappointment, there is the chance to try again.

There are miracles in the chaos. Small sparkling drops in the storm that catch the sunlight, breaking through dark clouds. A brief moment of peace. A resurgence of passion for the work that needs to be. A pause to soak in the flowers. A cup of tea while gazing out the garden window. The small seeds planted in your soul that keep you going for what lies ahead.

There will always be storms, but the sun comes out eventually.

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