Is a little chaos actually good for us?
I imagine a little chaos as being a dropped glass of water that breaks and makes a mess, while possibly threatening to cut my bare feet or hand. Or, I suppose it could be like my toupee blowing off my head (I don’t have one) while outside and blowing down the street and lands on the chest of a woman I know and attracted while chasing it. I suppose it could be my toilet overflowing after a guest used it. These things like these would be chaotic and embarrassing, and possibly harmful. We can survive these little things, and a great deal more but it is all in the definition of what is “Little”.
I have survived many things greater than the things I suggested as small and I did learn and I am grateful for surviving but I am not sure all were good.
Life In General 