How much of our strivings are aimed at procuring some point of satiation and safety; how bored we become when we find it…

Messiness and chaos that which we say we hate, yet we nevertheless continue to create in our own lives. It may manifest in peculiar forms, like scrutinizing the true orderliness of things, as if to secretly be searching out chaos. But, why seek this out? Boredom.

If there exists chaos, then there exists an opportunity for work, and, if there exists work, then there exists an opportunity to feel productive. But what if we don’t believe it, or our standards are too high and nothing is ever enough? What then? Then, I suppose is where cultural influences and macroeconomics comes into play, and I am not up for expounding upon those matters today.