Life is Problems, Chaos and a Mess. That's Why It's a Joy.

We usually begin the writing group at Chilli Studios with some free writing. I wrote about how things were a year ago and the work needed to get to how things are now. You don't need a rehash of all that today and it would need content warnings. Then I wrote something about life, as prose paragraphs. I've split the lines here but not changed the free written words:


I live now.

Life is problems. Because it's life.
Life is chaos because order is a constant disregard for physics.
Life is a mess and that's why it's a joy.
Life is battles within and without,
A mishmash of smiles and tears, letting go and taking up,
Counting failures as success and breathing the air
No matter how polluted by media, misery, prejudice
And all the things we're told we can't do; shouldn't do.

Life is truth often blanked smothered,
The finite in the near infinite,
book-ended in helplessness,
resolute in fecund resilience.
Life is passion, relationship, arguments, caresses.
It's the laughter of a dropped mug and
yet another part of our home falling apart.
It's one big disagreement and the
harmony of the cosmic choir.

Life is illusory purpose and smashing forward.
It leaps at barbaric yawps even though
universal heat death is as sure as supernovae.

I live.
I'm glad.
Death lost last year. Again. Again, life wins.
Hold high the FA Cup and swig the hot chocolate!

This year? It's time for the extra marshmallows.