The Keyword of the Week : CHAOS

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She was sitting in a room, on a woody stool with her books, deep in fragmented thoughts. Her golden eyes, now completely dull, were fixed on the books. A number of random questions were arising in her mind, the answers to which she herself knew, but could not articulate. Helpless poor girl....!!!

^{While brainstorming, I was learning myself for My word Bank.}

How does time change?

Is this our destiny?

Is this the decision of our destiny?

Tears flowed and flowed - from his round, yellow eyes, as if rivers had broken out. With "The Alchemist" in hand, all she could think of was a single line - "When you set your heart on something, every particle of the universe conspires to match you with it" - Paulo Coelho.

She would think, if I had the precious stones that the old man had given the boy, would those occult hints have helped me too? But this mental disorder, this chaos, had gripped his mental capacity in such a way that it was becoming impossible for him to get out of it.

^{Here you can find the names of two precious stones. My Read}

The girl would have liked to live in a fantasy world now, but where was that even possible? Her fate was not the same as that of the boy mentioned in "The Alchemist." He still had his sheep as his source of hope. When the boy was away from his treasures in Egypt, he thought he would go back to his sheep in Spain.

But....But!!! this helpless girl, who was once flamboyant, has become consumed by her inner conflict and chaos. Random questions were popping up in his mind.

Who can pull her out of this inner chaos?

Where is the unseen help and guidance to relieve him from the pains of this world and provide him with a moment of peace?

^{Being a student of English literature, I read literature, Because literature is the interpretation of life.}

Searching for answers to her questions in her own mind, she thinks "Alas! There is no Godot. There is no Godot". A novel by Samuel Beckett, which she read often, was running through her mind. In this chaos, she thinks she has to fend for herself, even though her limbs are not strong enough to cope.

Why they were waiting for Godot?

Will Godot will come one day?

All these questions were poppin up in her mind. One wave of reminding passed through her nerves "Waiting For Godot".

She is saying to herself in this helplessness - "It is my chaos that has made me mad and eating away at my mental capacity".

She used to read Ernest Hemingway's novels, but one thing that kept her worried,

Why does someone who looks so hopeful end up committing suicide?

Was he too fed up with his inner Chaos? Desperately, she asked her self.

Wipes her beady eyes with a cotton handkerchief and says - "No, no, I won't do that". Then she whispers softly and says one word - "PEACE". She believed that the possibility of chaos was at every step of our life.

We humans just need to have the strength and power to feel and understand it and the heart and mind full of passion to fight it. Who brought us out of despair and darkness towards light and self-confidence.

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I would like to invite my friends @patjewell, @o1eh and @dove11 to share their thoughts on this Keyword 🗝️ of the week. Written this post by inspiring @soulfuldreamer. Thank you for reading my post. Let's catch up in a new post.

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@aaliarubab (Student of Literature)