I want to celebrate chaos. I want to celebrate old worn-out cars, broken tiles, ever-shifting schedules, misplaced letters, and nettles next to flower beds; to celebrate toilets out of order, as well as friends who will remind me that mistakes are good, failure a success, and that a pure heart may prevail in the non-end. I want to celebrate being left alone, or assailed by talkers, (or, disturbing others' quiet). I want to celebrate gentle smiles, good intentions, and, especially, one step after the other. "If arrow number 100 hits the target, how can you say the first 99 were failures?"