It’s time to redefine Calm for those who accepted a definition they didn’t understand.
Chaos – Calm – Calm – Chaos.
The edge of calm. Which edge?
This side? Or the other side? The line is thin.
Which way do I cross to be on the right side?
Without a compass? How will I know?
That which repels or compels me to cross?
It isn’t north, west, south nor east. Neither sun nor moon nor light nor dark can direct me.
This side of calm is where you want to be, where you need to be. The side closest to you. That way you won’t commit atrocities in the name of somebody else’s cause or thirst for blood justice through blood vengeance.
This side of calm blocks you from acting or reacting even in your own name, or your own thirst for blood of any type.
That’s the zone you need to keep yourself in to keep you from harming others.
That’s your compass. Your compass is you.
One step over the line and you’re into chaos. A chaos you created by not staying on your side of calm.
Being on the edge of calm keeps you sufficiently alert to your surroundings, whereby you can react to any situation with measured calm instead of exaggerated chaos.
Measured calm doesn’t mean your finger’s on the trigger, or you’re just waiting for someone to slip up so you can feel justified in popping them, or making demands you know they can’t possibly meet to use as justification for lowering the boom.
Measured calm is a place where you reside in your mind/psyche that allows you to think freely of options. Peaceful options, productive options, smart options, alternative solutions that you can employ to stop chaos from happening before it does. Everybody knows what those are. You don’t need words to explain them; they’re written into everybody’s instinct DNA.
Use them now.