Is it all really this simple?
Maybe not in the engineering of a road grade or the building of a bridge or the designing of a rocket or the researching of a cure, but I do believe it might be true regarding most things in life. Find x. Here it is. Doink.
When I am in that perfect place in the moment — when life just feels so great, life is simple. It is not complicated. It is not orchestrated. It isn’t planned. It is simply . . . fun. It is spontaneous. And timeless. It’s like having a terrific laugh with your best friend. . . the kind when you have to hold on to each other to keep standing. It’s like that hilarious inside joke with your sweetheart that only the two of you understand. You give each other the look, and you both just crack up.
It is like knowingly dodging some complicated pitfall in the day that would create a crazy amount of stress. It is stepping aside and letting the trouble molecules move on to different territory. Embracing simplicity. Cultivating mindfulness. Finding humor. Allowing love to light. It just feels so great. Life is good.
“The simplest solutions are often the cleverest . . . They are also usually wrong.” I am not so sure about this. Perhaps this is true when you bomb your algebra final in a pre-req that you are doomed to repeat until a passing grade has been achieved. But when it comes to life and love and all things in between and around, I am thinking that over-thinking and over-projecting can complicate in ways that aren’t always the best. At least this is what life has repeatedly taught me. Sometimes it is best to see the truth and point to the obvious and just say it. Just do it. Be impetuous. Be bold. Exercise courage in making a decision. Point to x without apology. Without apology.
There is immense beauty in simplicity. I have fallen victim to over-complicating that which neither requested nor required my sometimes insanely-high levels of energy. Wow. Sometimes it is good to let things grow or to let them go. But to try to manage both at the same time? This takes me away from center — when it would be better to just Find x.
So beautifully simple: a2 + b2 = c2 The Pythagorean Theorem possibly has the most proofs of any mathematical theorem. It can even be generalized to include higher-dimensional spaces . . . the Pythagorean proof being one of rearrangement. Were I grading the answer to this math problem, I would give extra credit for originality in higher-dimensional thinking. For thinking outside the box. For admitting, “I have no idea what Pythagoras was thinking when he created this theorem. And I certainly have no idea what the answer to this problem is.” It takes a lot of courage to be creative when having absolutely no idea how to solve a problem.
When I cultivate an awareness of What’s Going On, I can feel my perceptions rearranging themselves as neatly as that of Pythagoras’ four identical right triangles. It all makes sense when you go into rearrangement mode. There is a neatness to it — a beautiful usefulness that precludes any single answer. Life opens up to a multitude of possibilities. There are a lot of places for x to light.
Find x. It’s right here all around me in a state of constant rearrangement– dependent on so many binding factors: appreciation, beauty, selflessness, creativity, positivity, identity. . . Is it really all this simple? Yes.