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.
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I think that's true to a point. It's certainly true for those who tend to do too much and overextend themselves. I think there's another unhealthy extreme of oversimplifying life because of a fear of failure or simply apathy.
Its hard to walk that line. I've stepped over the line on both sides (over-complicating, and over-simplifying) and still don't know where I should be.
I know...most statements like that are true to a point. I guess I tend to over-complicate, over-analyze, brew and brood too much. So I have to remind myself of this frequently. You have a point, though, about fear of failure or simple apathy. I deal with both of those often. Apathy, maybe less, unless I'm feeling particularly sorry for myself that day.
I've always been drawn to those people who are so calm and peaceful inside that the busy stuff of life doesn't stress them out. Who know who they are and where they came from, who loves them who they love. People who are content. Who don't worry so much about how they look or the newest trends in anything (style, movies, books, etc.). I guess people who seem to be spiritually stable. Spiritual is the best word I can come up with right now, and by spiritual I mean sense of self in their given place in this world in this lifetime...
Anyway...
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