Just finished reading i heard the owl call my name, a book by Margaret Craven published in 1973, $2.25. The idea of the story reminds me a lot of Siddhartha (even though the last time I read that book was 11 or 12 years ago) even though the stories are not really alike at all. The book, in the form of a story, answered a few questions I've been pushing around a pan of butter lately without lighting the stove. The simplest answer is: Life is as simple or as complicated as you make it. And the less complicated you make life, the more deeply and fully you will live it and experience the lives of others around you.
That's what I aim for myself, I think.