Balance

I sometimes wonder if life can be understood simply. If that would make things easier, more guileless.

Maybe.

But what is simple? A world where easy to define lines are drawn in the sand - you, there, and me… here? Is it a firm hold of beliefs - even when challenged, held tight to your chest in an iron grip? Is it ready acceptance of a common understanding - because quite simply - it is easier? Is is the easy way out - to leave everything that is past in the past? Wash your hands until no taint is readily discernable by the unknowing eye? And say today is a clean slate, unwritten - uniformed? To boldly state I live my life simply, I am unfettered because this is how life is and how life will be - because perhaps … complications are …. messy?

Or.

What if in that moment of decipherment comes the awareness that simplicity is the realization that in order to understand life, we must bow our heads and acquiesce that life is unknowable and we cannot understand it. A paradox?

Perhaps.

What if what is needed is to accept that life is comprised of complexities stacked artlessly - that we are unremittingly destined to walk a precarious line between balance and chaos? And the understanding that becoming entangled in the intricacies will further complicate how we see life and to be okay with that. To then take it a step further and be able to look at in the full light of day - all your past mistakes, broken pieces, transgressions, decisions - whether they paint you in a poor or golden light; and embrace them. That perhaps it is okay to not be whole. To know and accept with certainty that all of your today’s are full of the shadows of your yesterdays and born from the thoughts of your tomorrows.

Could that also be simple?

A dew drop balanced on the tip of a blade of grass. Simple, pure - clean and uncomplicated.

What an antipode! The tiniest amount of water held hostage within a sphere, tethered by the unseen, just sitting there - defying gravity. An artlessly complex situation - but one in which we view as ingenuous due to the clear fact we cannot see the cobwebs of small moments that saw that dew drop come to rest on that specific tip of that specific piece of grass. Life is one in the same as that bit of magic on the tip of a blade of grass. Infinitely obscure, perplexing and messy and mostly unseen. Full of shadows and greys - but also full of unblemished remarkably rare moments that will and should challenge everything you think you know.

And here you are, thinking it was just a bit of water, balanced.

So.

Is it easier to view life in simpler terms? I am still not sure - yet perhaps that is an answer we should never be able to decipher and cling to. An answer we should never stop questioning the mystery of.