Life sure is complex.
The Great Spiritual people in the world….. the ones who are truly enlightened….. seem to find life’s ultimate simplicity. They are incredibly in tune with the energy of the Universe, or the energy of God, or whatever you may or may not call it. It is quite remarkable when a human reaches this point.

But it can all get so dang complicated.
Yes…. as you might have imagined…. there are the likes of me. In my little brain, everything about this blue ball seems incredibly complex, complicated, and affected. Every which way I turn, it seems like the molecules are spinning faster than what I can keep up with. Everything is all hitched up together in this huge complex whirligig of existence.

For example. When you make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich… should the peanut butter side go above the jelly side, or vice versa? Do you eat all the crusts off first, or just have at it?

Putting on shoes and socks. Do you put both socks on first, and then both shoes? Or one sock, one shoe… the other sock, other shoe?

When paying at the pump, do should you say “yes” or “no” to the receipt.

How about things you don’t do all the time… like changing the furnace filter… or lighting the water heater pilot light? It is like reinventing the dang wheel every time I go to do those sorts of things.

Different people have different challenges. A young person recently told me a certain situation was “complicated.” I am sure… for them… it was. You see, when you are in the thick of it…. you just can’t see the forest for the trees. Or does the saying go… the fortress for the keys?  Oh….I’m hopeless.

Other times… it is the “topic” or “thing” that is smudgy.
Some folks find that computers and technology are complicated. But for me…. it is a source of enjoyment.

Yet….have me sew on a button? Or work on a car? Holy smackerels. Now THAT is impenetrable.

The complexities of life are astounding. It can all get knotted up and convoluted sometimes. Like a barbed wire fence. Or is it barb wire fence? Again…. the intricate mysteries of life.

Just remember…. If there are four slices of pie…the PIE is still the same size… as if there were eight slices. And a slipped-buntline knot… is not nearly as strong as the trucker’s hitch knot. Whatever the hell  all that means.

“Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.” – Confucius