Complexity: My Sworn Enemy
Though many of you will quickly disagree with this, and even though it may not appear to be the case based on my occasional verbosity on this blog, it's really the truth for me: I hate complexity. No matter where it rears its ugly head, I'm sick and tired of the completely infinite nature of that which we call "life." Allow me to clarify. I am not saying that I don't like the fact that the human soul lives forever. "Infinite," in this case, refers to the number of possible directions to take and life choices to make. It's insane. I'm glad I've got the help of a heavenly Father, because to expect me to find my way through this life all by myself is like expecting Roseanne Barr to be, you know, "funny." Ain't no way that's going to happen. I'm a somewhat neurotic person, anyway, but to place me in the middle of a human life cycle with no tangible compass or easy-to-read map is dangerous. I'm one twisted guy, but really, left to our own devices, we all are (twisted, not guys). I see the most amazing things in this world in their simplest forms. Let me explain what I mean. I saw my great-grandmother feeding and helping her husband, my great-grandfather, a few months before he died last year when my family drove up to Lake Elizabeth, California to visit them. He was, at this point, about as helpless a an infant, but she took care of him, anyway. It was incredible for me to see this kind of dedication. She could have allowed the nurses at the hospital to do everything for him, because she lived an hour's drive away. She didn't, though. She shaved and dressed and fed and cleaned up after him in the twilight of his life. It was something so simple, but I was profoundly affected by it. Simplicity is the way to go, people. Next time you get stuck in a traffic jam less than a hundred yards behind an accident, and there's no way to leave for over an hour, take some time to appreciate the fact that all the people around you just got out of their cars to meet and greet one another and to pass the time. Or, next time you find yourself outside at night and happen to look up, really look at the stars. Appreciate the fact that God took the time to make you out of all that stuff out there. No one does that, anymore. Take pleasure in the simple things; we get enough complexity this side of the pearly gates.
8 Comments:
Superb insight, Andrew. I hope quasi-sophistication will be remembered as one of the faults of Western civilization. Reminds me of the words attributed to economist E.F. Schumacher: "Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius—and a lot of courage—to move in the opposite direction."
Never truer.
Very well said, reminds me of my dad teaching me catechism (sp) whe I was little... what is man's chief end? man's chief end is to glorify God and enjoy Him forever...I think in this life we forget the enjoy part.
Thanks for the input, everyone. Tiffany, I don't believe we've met. Are you hot? Ha! Just kidding. But seriously... are you?
Ooh. And that round goes to Tiffany. Touché.
I'm hot. Hit on me.
I wasn't under the impression I was hitting on anyone.
Does gender affect my hotness? Perhaps I'm none genderized? But alas, that is not the case. I am what I like to call "chromosomally advantaged" more popularly termed "male."
Perhaps I'm just drunk. Dang, I should pay attention to what I'm writing.
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home