We revel in turmoil. Under thin veils of worry and concern, we often enjoy our misfortunes. It's fun to be nervous. We prefer discomfort. It isn't sadistic. We're at our strongest when tested by collapsing destruction. Every violent mess is an opportunity to reassess and rebuild. When chaos strikes, we know we're alive. We do what we can to survive, anticipating the day when we can tell the tale of overcoming our personal dark age.
Here's a soundtrack for tension. Enjoy it while it lasts.