Life is Complex? Nawww...

I imagine at this point, you all are thrilled with the amount of lyrics and thoughts I’ve been pumping out this week, but reason comes with rhyme and I’ve got one more up my sleeve.

This past week has been a hellstorm in so many ways…dealing with two deaths, a boatload of tasks and work to do, etc. So with all this going on, I’ve just came to the question of why me? Why isn’t this happening to someone else? (jealously right?) As if everything was going so well (which it was) and then takes a complete 180. And by the end of this week, I’ve almost come to the conclusion of just quitting my job and taking a step back with everything. Luckily common sense kicked in and that didn’t last long, but for me, it felt like divine intervention kicked in too.

I’m sitting there at my computer typing up some stuff. And this ad just pops up. Ad blocker on? Yes. Go figure. But then I read what it says:

“Being true to yourself really means being true to all the complexities of the human spirit.”

What was it for? Plastic surgery. Advertising that over the internet? I’ll pass.

But it just immediately got me to thinking about life in general and how immensely complex it is. It’s something we don’t even think about. Through the things we do, the people we meet, the things we see, and that’s only the beginning of it. One thing depends on another and then another and then another. More or less…a food chain.

Why is that the way it is? If it’s some ridiculous test that we’re all put through, the man upstairs is really having one heck of a creative mind with the things he puts us all through. But not only that, it seems as if for a pretty large sum of us, we’re attracted to the busyness and complexities of it all. Don’t we want it simple? I know for a fact I would like a simple, happy life. But if that would be the case…would I be missing out on so much more? What would you end up choosing?

I think the best comparison to all of this is just one giant Rubik’s Cube. Not that little 3-by-3 piece of junk but something like…987329847324-by-98732

9847324. Which I really wouldn’t mind seeing what that would look like. But does it slowly figure itself out as life moves on? Or is it like me, and just continues to jumble it up even more and more. My money is on number two…not just because of the way I’m going at it. But because there is no way in hell life gets easier as you go along. If anything, it’s easy at first and then becomes impossible.

But back to the quote…how can you really be true to yourself through complexities? Simple. Belief in the things you’re surrounded by, not second guessing your actions as you live day in and day out and don’t conform to fit the mold, to name a few. Changing your perspective on things just because people look at you differently, is a terrible way to live life. The complexities life deals you is your own experience…something NO ONE else has. It puts unique into a whole new definition. And staying truthful to those things, is the greatest thing you could do for yourself and for the people around you regardless of what anyone could say.

What I've kept with me,
And what I've thrown away.
And where the hell I've ended up
On this glary, random day
Were the things I really cared about,
Just left along the away.
For being too pent up and proud

Woke up way too late,
Feeling hungover and old.
And the sun was shining bright
And I walked barefoot down the road.

Started thinking 'bout my old man,
It seems that all I want to get into a car and go,
Anywhere.

Here I stand,
Sad and free.
I can't cry,
And I can't see
What I've done.
Oh God what have I done?

Don't you know I'm numb, man
No I can't feel a thing at all
Cos it's all smiles and business these days
And I'm indifferent to the loss

I think that there's a soul somewhere
That's leading me around.
I wonder if she knows which way is down

Here I stand,
Sad and free.
I can't cry,
And I can't see
What I've done.
Oh God what have I done?

I poured my heart out.
I poured my heart out.
It evaporated.
See.

Blind man on a canyon's edge
Of a panoramic scene.
Maybe I'm kite that's flying high and random
Dangling on a string
Or slumped over in a vacant room,
Head on a strangers knee.
I'm sure back home.
They think I've lost my mind.

Here I stand,
Sad and free.
I can't cry,
And I can't see
What I've done.
Oh God what have I done?