Simple is good
- helpupina
- Feb 10, 2018
- 2 min read

I've always taken pride in being a "complex" human being, having all these deep thoughts and being able to vocalize them in a way that's intelligible enough for another "complex mind" to partake in my musings and together be in awe of our own "complexity". I'm not trying to be sarcastic with all those quotation marks, I'm just not sure "complex" is the right word. What I took for "complexities" might just be mental fluff really, and not as worthy as I always thought it was... But figuring that out is still gonna take a while, maybe a lifetime, let's not go down that road now.
Complex... difficult... challenging, all things that have always resonated with my turbulent little head, and that sometimes reflects on my choice of music. This sentence, for instance: "Tell me when the kiss of love becomes a lie that bears the scar of sin to deep to hide behind this fear of running on to you". I've spent more than two decades going back to it, trying to decipher it, crack it open, thoroughly enjoying the riddle... The song is great in general, "In a darkened room", from Skid Row, so it's not precisely a form punishment. Here, have a listen.
Sometimes I'm sitting there, notebook in hand, trying to pull some lyrics out of my brains, like a magician would a rope made up of knotted colorful handkerchiefs, and I just can't because of , again the quotation marks, the "complexity" of the idea I'm trying to express. At those times I can't help but wonder about the validity of a thought that feels contrived rather than conceived, next I feel that I'm full of shit and, finally, I go do something else, preferably physical, to get rid of my own mind for a while.
And then there's such a song as "I love", from Tom T Hall, that's pure simple and pure good. If you've got this far into the post, I urge you to take another couple of minutes to listen to the song I guarantee you'll be in a better mood afterwards.
Thinking about simple things you love can work as a cure against mild cases of moodiness or frustration with one's own "complexity", or comfluffxity (if only to get rid of the quotation marks). Have a good day y'all.
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