There should be an order…always…even in chaos…so said my late loving dad who comes at least weekly once in my dreams and makes sure I don’t/have not forgotten the disciplinary one liners that I grew up with …thanks to him!
Order in chaos was his favourite…and I knew exactly what prompted him one day to say that.
I came home from playing and couldn’t find him in his room. He was there…behind a mountainous pile of files and folders and ledgers.
When I asked him why his room was such a mess, he asked me to ask where the Law of Torts workplace compensation file was. The one which he was dealing with for an arbitration case along with various others.
I asked him.
He went missing for a while..behind the files. But only for a couple of minutes. There he was with a neatly labelled folder that said Law of Torts/workplace compensation/Mr…..
Order …..it was there. Very much.
Though I grew up hearing that, I was never too good with Order. It was always messy and chaotic and disorderly for me and of late I don’t even remember what I kept where! I search for something with a firm belief that I would find something else, that will come in equally handy or nostalgic!
Story of my life so far….
But I love anything that seems to be so much in Order
Like the neatly stacked dessert counters…oh boy, I dont really need to hog that stuff! I can just look at it and feel satiated. But no, I do stuff myself!
The Order in which the aircraft line up for their turn in the tarmac…I love it!
For a few like my dad, Order was of course self imposed.
Hmm…miss you pops…..