Thought it was loving again

There are times in life where everything appears to be flowing like a blue river that meets a rough, brown, wavey lake but in reality things are muddy, stagnant and unrelenting.
I can see the division of lake and river but I dismiss the divide because I do not want to believe that lakes and rivers struggle as I do; trying to make things better and waiting for change.
I have to be patient in what seems to be an unforgiving world where everyone believes their theory on how to make things better.
Is this or that the right way?
Is everything more loving if I follow them without a thought?

A chaotic world that needs change

Loving the chaos is all I can do