Simplicity scares me. And maybe life scares me, too.
If I find simplicity, is that all there is?
If what I find there is all simple and everything was as it presented itself, is that it? What a disappointment.
Or is the simplicity something that I can’t imagine until I’m there. Like a color or a number that doesn’t exist that you know of?
Or will simple be like these thoughts that I can easily put together without any real thinking, just less stress for it to seem so complicated? Is this simple, without the questions and the doubt?
Just some of my usual passing thoughts to express my mental exhaustion.