Happiness Is Found in the Madness of Life

· March 30, 2017

I know many people who spend most of their time trying to put everything in order, and I’m sure you know many more. Deep down, they despise the task that they’re dedicating themselves to so zealously, but something their mind prevents them from escaping this tyrannical devotion. Their restlessness and anxiety is triggered whenever logic does not prevail and madness appears.

This type of confrontation between cosmos and chaos, order and disorder, forms a part of our history as thinkers, and especially as interpreters of the world we live in. Order has an undeniable attraction; that which is logical, that which makes the world predictable, and therefore, controllable to some degree.

There are even people who try to make their emotions follow a similar order, as if there were a closet for their emotions in their brain and they could choose which one to put on each day, and which thoughts they’d pair them with. Maybe someday, with the help of technology, we’ll achieve something similar, but that would also be proof that a tragic event has occurred: our de-naturalization will have completed.

Madness is a part of life

Or put differently, the primitive continues to be a part of life. I’m talking about intuition, creativity, improvisation, and greatnessBreaking with the probable and the expected. Not everything has a reason, neither in the causal sense (origin) or the pragmatic sense (end), and that’s okay.

In other words, it’s okay because some things happen that are unattached to the past and the future, that break the pattern of thought, that are born and die at the same time. This is a reconciliation with the present (and by present we mean both the time sense and the gift sense – what a beautiful semantic paradox).

Why are you here? What did you come for? Right now that doesn’t matter, you may not even know. Anyway, I’m here. I have no idea what sparked my arrival, nor have I come to achieve something. I’m just here, with you.


Isn’t it wonderful?

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Accepting and enjoying madness is a sign of maturity

Without craziness, passion can’t be nurtured. Order feeds security, but craziness feeds the soul and gives hope. Healthy madness captivates the heart and takes care of it against all logic, because madness prefers to keep stolen hearts alive before its own. Falling in love is a form of madness that takes other hearts and makes them its own.

Logically, falling in love is senseless. It involves a huge investment of resources, a dizzying emotional instability, and it causes time – our most limited resource – to gallop along at the speed of light. It even surpasses the speed of light, because in this state, everything seems to dematerialize. Everything except love itself.

Think about this when you feel anxious because it seems like everything around you is falling apart. Set aside the burden on your conscience that you feel because you can’t control everything or because some parts of your life are chaotic. That strange way in which you’re currently chugging along is exactly what could inspire you or inspire others.

Madness isn’t food, the substance of life, but it gives life flavor and makes it complete. It highlights the taste of life and all its nuances.

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There’s a reason that a constant rhythm puts children to sleep and bores adults. Variations awaken us and make the heart beat faster. The unexpected makes our emotions more intense. Therefore, madness is the salt of life: dangerous if taken in excess, and sinful in its absence because the dish has no flavor…and life is a dish that deserves to be savored to the fullest.

Call Me Crazy, I’ll Be Happy