Complexity

It would be nice of things were simpler.  Not everything, mind you.  Because…well, then life would probably be boring.  I enjoy certain challenges.  I just like to be able to choose the time and place for life’s complex moments.  I would rather not have them just sprung upon me.

I think that the Universe is simple.  When we look at the Universe and find complexity, I think it is complexity that we actually make.  On the scale of the Very Big and on the scale of the Very Small, the Universe is simple.  Complexity is a matter of perception.

Yet, here we are, living in a world that is painfully complex.  We could make it all so much simpler, but we choose not to.  How simple is too simple?  I wish I knew.  Perhaps there is no such thing as “too simple.”  And perhaps there is no such thing as “too complex.”  How can I say that?  I say that because no matter how screwed up and convoluted life gets one day, there always seems to be a way for things to get even screwier and more complex.

If you were wondering, yes…sometimes I make words up.  

There’s a child upstairs screaming my name.  He heard a siren outside.  It woke him up.  It scared him.  His great big eyes were filled with great big tears.  One ran down his cheek.  I asked him if he wanted a hug.  He said, “Mm-hmm.”  I gave him a hug.  He squeezed me back, tightly.  I kissed his cheek.  It was wet.  He said he was OK now.  He smiled at me and went back upstairs.

Where was I?  Oh yeah, we make life complicated.  At times, my children remind me how simple it can be.  I needed that.