A couple of days ago, I was struggling to settle with a theme for my blog that feels right for me, and I was frustrated that I couldn’t distinguish the superfluous from the essential. It then hit me that simplicity is a matter I, ironically, find very difficult and I began to ask myself why this was so? I felt that knowing why simplicity evaded me, would be a key stone in getting to know myself further. You know when you have a hunch but can’t put a finger on what it is exactly?
So, anyway, it just hit me; simplicity is focus. Simplicity is when you are unified in yourself. When you are grounded, and in touch with your intuition. Intuition is the filter of the soul. When we are tuned outwardly, our connection to our intuition weakens, which sets off a plethora of ailments like self-doubt, low self-esteem, a clueless,mechanical life void of warmth and passion.
It’s ironic how we take to excesses when we lack, and when we possess inward richness, we don’t need much. The true stuff in life is always unassuming, mellow. It creeps up on you. Serendipity. Love. Passion. It finds you when you find that inner focus.
I run away from my intuition because I don’t want to face the pain. So I take to excesses in everything to drown out that voice, to bury the sullen memory of who I am inside. I have 8 tabs open on Chrome now. I can’t be still, can’t be idle. Yet in all my busyness, I’m never actually doing much. My life is best represented by my coca-cola addiction; so full of pleasure, empty of substance. It’s not real pleasure when it’s followed by long-lasting pain. But I’ve mastered the art of self-deception.
Simplicity is knowing who you are, what you want, and going for that; nothing else. I’m tempted to keep on writing this post even though I’m done with what I had in mind , a force of habit. A reflection of the emptiness I feel inside. I fear I won’t be understood, that I won’t —
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.