Making Sense of Chaos

How do you make sense out of random things, appearing out of nowhere, owning your moments, leaving you speechless? Would you leave it to the randomness to figure out the underlying connection? Would you try to find meaning by putting things together? Would you want to even try? Or leave it to time, hoping all makes sense one day?

What if your rationale to stay intact is weaker than the inclination to untangle the randomness? Do you have a choice? The choice to steer clear of the unknowns? Or attempt to find the meaning in the chaos? What makes true sense out of every action we take?

The conscious choice to be who we are, or trusting the subconscious direction to stay aligned with what comes your way? Is the hope to find what's best for us? Or is it the trust that we are already in the best place? What makes you incline towards one way or the other? Is it you? Or is it destiny or just the randomness!