When people ask me what my ultimate goal is, my answer is simple: freedom.
For a long time, I thought freedom meant stability. If I worked hard enough, built the right systems, controlled the variables, I’d earn a life that no storm could shake. But every time I got close, life reminded me how fragile that idea was. Stability cracked. Control slipped. What I thought was freedom turned out to be another kind of cage.
That’s when I understood the deeper truth: freedom isn’t found in order — it’s born in chaos.
The Lesson of Chaos
Chaos is the one constant. Everything changes — markets, people, systems, even the parts of ourselves we swear will never shift. The more we fight it, the more it breaks us. The moment we stop resisting it, chaos stops being the enemy and starts being the current we can ride.
That realization was powerful for me. It reshaped how I saw life and aligned perfectly with Predatorialism — the idea that power belongs to those who thrive in volatility, not those who cling to illusions of safety.
The Rollercoaster
But here’s the honest part: knowing this truth doesn’t mean I live it perfectly.
Accepting chaos is not a one-time decision. It’s a constant practice. Some days, I can move with the storm, even enjoy it. Other days, I catch myself resisting again — wanting things to just settle down. It feels like a rollercoaster.
At first, the drops and turns are overwhelming. Your stomach flips, your body resists, everything feels out of control. But the longer you ride, the more you get used to it. The pumps don’t hit you as hard. You stop taking them so seriously.
That’s what living in chaos feels like over time: the shocks don’t disappear, but you learn to ride them without being broken by them.
The Work of Freedom
So yes, I see the whole concept clearly: freedom comes through accepting chaos. But I’m still human in the middle of it. I still struggle. I still want the illusion of stability sometimes.
And maybe that’s part of the truth too — freedom isn’t a final destination. It’s a way of riding the rollercoaster. Over time, you stop clinging so tightly. You let the ride move as it will. You laugh at the drops instead of fearing them.
That’s when chaos becomes not just bearable, but liberating. That’s when freedom starts to feel real.
Final Thought
Freedom isn’t found by escaping chaos. It’s found by living inside it long enough that the shocks stop defining you.
The pumps keep coming, but you stop giving them your fear. And in that moment — you are freer than you ever were chasing stability.
