Adapted translation from Thus Spoke Zarathustra (1883–1885)
Original German:Man muß noch Chaos in sich haben, um einen tanzenden Stern gebären zu können.
There’s something inside me that doesn’t rest. It doesn’t want to be fixed, labelled, explained, or even seen too clearly. It just moves. Unpredictable. Untamed. Alive.
Not confusion. Not disorder. Something deeper — a quiet storm where questions breathe, where longing stretches in the dark like an animal waking up.
It leans toward the edge of everything. A soft resistance. A low ache that doesn’t scream — it hums. Like the sound of something ancient shifting beneath the surface.
I’ve stopped trying to silence it. To tame it. To make it palatable. Because whenever I do, something fades. A flicker. The music. The light.
That’s my chaos. Not made of noise, but of silence — a silence filled with questions that don’t need answers, only space to echo.
It doesn’t want understanding. It wants room.
There is a star inside me — but it doesn’t shine by being controlled. It dances. It feeds on friction, on mystery, on moments that tremble with unspoken meaning.
So I’ve learned to move with it. I don’t lead. I don’t follow. I just listen. And when the time is right, I shape the flame with my breath.
This isn’t a confession. It’s a pulse.
I don’t offer answers. I don’t seek them. I let the chaos speak — in sparks, in shadow, in silence 🔥
And if something in you flickered while reading this — something unnamed, something you’ve never spoken aloud — then maybe we’ve already met. Not here. Not before. But somewhere between.
And maybe that’s enough.