Remember: there is beauty in chaos.
You hate one word in the English language: ugly.
It’s a degrading word that claims a thing can be devoid of beauty.
And you absolutely reject that.
Don’t forget that.
In the midst of find-a-doorframe-to-stand-under panic, remember what you cling to when you are promised nothing:
the people you run to; the passions you indulge in. These keep you alive.
The chaos cannot steal them if you don’t let it.
There is beauty in people, beauty in passions. And the chaos reveals them.
Remember, there is beauty in chaos;
there is beauty in everything.
Mary's One Hundred 