If there is something that has become abundantly clear to me over the past several year, it’s that complexity is ridiculously overrated. I see too many occasions where people seem to think that complex is somehow more interesting or of higher value because it is so magically intricate.
Pfft. Pure and unadulterated horse puckey.
Sorry for the foul language – sometime it’s the only way to properly express my disgust. I will try to clean it up as I move along.
The real challenge is maintaining simplicity in as much of one’s life as possible. I mean, have you tried to apply this broadly in your life before? It’s hard as hell, but when you even get a few slender sticking points of simplicity, it’s refreshing on a level that words never truly capture.
Well, except for one word: liberating.
Even if simplicity is hard to fully attain, I think the pursuit of it should be a goal for most people if for no other reason than the fact that life will add layers of complication to your existence without so much as a polite tap on the shoulder. Why on earth would you do anything to make things even more challenging than they must be already?
I’ve often wondered if it’s because complexity or a life flooded with drama have the deceptive quality of seeming more special or unique to people. Unfortunately, I don’t think the scientific method has caught up with a good means by which to measure any of that.
But then again… that’s probably a good thing… because I would rather stay simple. Because on that point? Good ol’ Hank W. Longfellow got it just right.