When was the last time you sat by yourself with that cup of
coffee and just looked out of the window? Just looked out without thinking of
yesterday, today, or tomorrow? When was the last time you stopped to pick up a
flower and smell the beauty? When was the last time you smiled at yourself for
what you are?
We are running all the time. We are running out of time all
the time! Ok, let’s make this a little more personal. My mind is always running
between, over and for things. At times it has some direction and at other
times, it ducks, sprints, jumps, and swims. Most of the times, thoughts become a
complex web of unhappy spiders crawling all over the place.
But on the other side I strongly and warmly believe that
keeping it simple isn’t that difficult after all. How difficult is it to sing a
tune you like, a little louder than usual? How tough is it telling your friend that he
brightens up the day by just showing up? How painstaking is it to tell your mom
that she means the world for you? We have got so used to creating complexities inside and
outside our heads that we just let the best moments of our lives pass by
without smiling at them. We do all the unnecessary thinking and futile brain
storming and close our eyes to the best people and hearts floating
around us. What adds to the agony is of course the King of Bad Times- the Ego! We
let it ride us into darkness, into storms, and into confusions.
The lack of simplicity seeps into our everyday lives. We take situations and people who love us, for granted. In the whole bargain “love”
suffers the most. It is questioned with complex situations and
people all the time. Receiving and giving simple “love” doesn’t exist anymore. Reasons are many. We have too many people to care for us, we have too many times relied on false promises, we have too many
times let others decide the right and wrong for us.
We have always made things complicated for ourselves. We are determined to see the world through tainted glasses. We are scared all the time- at times scared of our own thoughts, at times of the past, and at times scared of the unknown. We love romancing the complex.
We don’t let go and embrace ourselves. In short, we don’t love ourselves too
much to keep it simple.
