(written 2006)
Having sojourned a little among the thoughts and stories of individuals, I find myself studying with some semblance of seriousness the inner workings of the pathos contained within complex beings, who, at the end of a day’s pilgrimage of goals, longs only for that unqualified but priceless value which no standard of credential dare touch, the straightforward and plain embrace of simplicity.
Life philosophies that have aged are like old senile dogs, who were in days past boundless with the fire of youth living for complexity, but now in their old age, they simply run in circles chasing their own tails…a tell-tale (pun intended) sign that the worn out grooves of the mind have at last discovered something worth chasing; the simple leverage that was behind them the whole time.
Simplicity is often just that, patiently waiting for you to stop looking for it. It is when you finally do curl up in the pose of simply being that simplicity is then most often found, like a tail, employed in its most comforting use, covering a canine nose against the cold bitter winds of life.
Senility or no senility, simplicity embodies the same charm that we look for in distraction (distraction being the so-called antidote against the often self-imposed chains of the mundane). The only difference is that simplicity is much more valuable and has much more longevity than distraction.
Simplicity holds the charm of love, if one can only find simplicity in love (and one can!).
Simplicity holds the value of mercy, if one could truly forgive and forget (and you can!).
Simplicity holds one’s hand for no other reason than to communicate quietly, if one would only remain silent long enough to listen to the touch instead of speaking a clumsy word.
Simplicity is the clarity of contentedness, without worry, doubt, or desire.
Simplicity is the warmth within those thankful tears that fill the cracks in our souls.
-JHJ