I’m a little enamored …. In reality I’ve just had this in my head for a while and have been looking for an excuse to write it. It doesn’t fit the prompt really but who cares …
Rock n’ roll.
Our world in it’s purest form is nothing more than chaos.
We’re human, we can’t function in that. We have to categorize, name, label … we have to organize. How else can we maintain control of the chaos? And if you can’t maintain control of the chaos … well, what do you have?
I fell in love with music at an early age and I fell in love with rock n’ roll when I realized how it embraced the chaos.
The very essence of rock n’ roll is chaos, it’s the ever changing, ever evolving, ever rebelling against the categories, names and labels that society has tried to fit over it. At best society finds a neat box for it postmortem but by then it’s slipped again, right through the fingers and onto the next evolution.
How beautiful that change always is.
How misunderstood as well.
In reality everything we know is based off concepts we’ve created. All of our ideas, all of our perceptions, everything in the most basic forms comes from decisions made by other beings just like us. Someone decided the grass was green and the sky was blue and it was so, now that’s what we’re taught.
Seeing the grass as any other color is weird.
We put clocks on ourselves, gave ourselves a set number of hours, days and years. We govern ourselves by our clocks, by what we believe that concept of how much time has passed should say. We tell ourselves we should or shouldn’t do certain things, we should or shouldn’t love certain people all because maybe we’ve had more or less time pass than others.
Saying age is only a number is odd.
We live in a society that tries to maintain control of the chaos. We poke and prod, we push to extreme measures, we punish, sometimes viciously, those who break the molds.
Then, roaring out of nowhere, comes rock n’ roll. A band of people, just like you and I, riding the chaos. But, they fall outside of societies box, so they’re rebels, they’re bad, they’ll influence your children to drink and smoke and get all drugged up. Then they’ll drag them to the pits of hell and back again on their chaos beast.
Maybe it’s more that the greatest fear we have is the fear of change and what is chaos but change in a constant fluctuating state?
Just like the world around us is always changing so to is rock n’ roll.
The risk comes when you have to decide if you’ll ride that change or if you’ll allow yourself to be placed into a box and neatly labelled.
For me, I will always choose to embrace the chaos. I will always side with my rock n’ roll.