Finding Life

Where life is simple there is more of it.  Where life is complex there is less of it. 

Normally I would prefer not to believe this.  I like to think that there is depth to life, that there are raging undercurrents that appear to us as simple happenings.  That within a mere apple there are galaxies of atomic clusters.  Depth is my tool of choice towards appreciating how special life is.  But this hasn't been working for me, depth has not been my friend.  I'm in too deep - within these wordly affairs and within my head - and I don't see life in this depth.  All I can see is the bottom, as I sink closer and closer to it. I used to sink because I had faith that there were mystical creatures that inhabit the seabed but I feel as though I have no home in the benthic zone.

So what if I were to revolutionize my way of thinking and find life in the sky instead of on the floor?  What if I found life in the world's simplicity instead of its complexity? Where life is simple, we see more of it.  When we think that life is in the fallen leaf and his family of grass blades, our walk in the park is never alone.  Each leaf was a story, one that continued on as the young child picked him up to trace for her class' colouring project.  After a hard day's work the sun finally sets, which instructs the Evening Stock to let off his wonderful aroma, ensuring he won't be bitten by mosquitos but reminding the local Raccoons that the buffet line has been opened.  Nature is an orchestra playing harmoniously to the candence of the unseen Conductor.  But we don't search for the music, we search for the notes.  We want to know every little note to try and appreciate the music - but the notes were only to be used as cues.  Like poor seamstresses we care more about the thread than the fabric, we care more about how we put it together than what it is becoming.  Lost in the complexity of this modern world, we forgot what it is our father's father hoped for us, that our advancements would finally make life more simple.  Lost behind a vail of complexity, we trudge through mystical forests filled with life and see only chaos, only separation from where it is we want to be, separation from life.  We have become fat with complexity, complacent to concede that the map is too complicated and that we might as well forget about our treks to happiness. If we could recognize the simplicty of life in nature we would see happiness everywhere - even here.

There has to be more to life than this, there has to be more life here than this.  Pardon me if I only make time for simplicity.