I would classify myself as a spunky old librarian who's actually a teenager who wants to be a screenwriter.
“A tulip doesn’t strive to impress anyone. It doesn’t struggle to be different than a rose. It doesn’t have to. It is different. And there’s room in the garden for every flower. You didn’t have to struggle to make your face different than anyone else’s on earth. It just is. You are unique because you were created that way. Look at little children in kindergarten. They’re all different without trying to be. As long as they’re unselfconsciously being themselves, they can’t help but shine. It’s only later, when children are taught to compete, to strive to be better than others, that their natural light becomes distorted.”
― Marianne Williamson
Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.
Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning.