Chaos
In the last 15 years, I have lost all of my savings twice now and gone into a significant debt twice more. Each time I have rebuilt my life back up. In the last 15 years, I have only earned a salary in 10 of these and had no other income to live by. In the last 15 years, I have faced anxiety and depression and came back from the brink.
I have done all that while moving across countries, cities, uprooting my life and dealing with fear, uncertainty and instability in the process. How do you expect a man to grow in such harsh conditions? How do you expect him to feel safe? What do you think it does to him? What do you make of him? Is he a free spirit? Do you really want to live his life? Does he come across as a jerk? Can you accept him for who he is? Is he worthy to be celebrated as a human? Does he deserve love? Can you really love him?
How do I expect order when I am made of chaos?