You talk of inqilab, don’t you?
You talk of a state of romantic helplessness which you should get over with in your mid-teens but if you are still not past that stage and still have the urge for it; probably you should hope to get rid of it soon.
No revolution is without blood, grave losses and unexpected circumstances. It is a call for chaos which you hope will bring an order you prefer. But it is nothing more than an uncontrolled detonation, once you light the fuse there is no way you can control the complex chemical reactions which will precede.
You wonder if you can probably measure the separation between two trajectories using the beautiful mathematical equations like from or more commonly called Lyapunov exponent - but no, that is not how it works.
Stop chasing utopia my friend, let’s talk about something better. Anarchy might look surreal to you because you have been fighting the system for too long. But remember that is how you were with your parents when you hit puberty. Once your body learned to deal with these wonderful new hormones you mellowed down.
You are still young, you got passion in your veins, let’s actually construct something you can be proud of - instead of taking everything down.