Simplicity is not yet of this world, life is certainly simpler than it appears, sin that in practice taken as we are from our perception, we fail to grasp how much this corresponds to the true even if unprovable. Basically, it would be enough to comply with what life puts before us, without creating further obstacles, dictated as we are, by an ignorant conscience that constantly wastes energy in seeking alternative solutions to the evidence of facts.
We human beings are good at complicating our lives, continually justifying ourselves in front of situations that simply highlight our ability to improve by making contact with our limits. We are made like this, we could be better, but we want to do it, with time and the straw medlars also ripen, so we hope to come to their senses by stopping to accept what would be necessary to remove as the mother of all suffering, ignorance.
The human being is complex, varied and eventual, to the point of not realizing that ignorance is the main cause of suffering, yet he defends it with a sword, and if someone dares to point it out he will be accused of making it easy , so not worthy of consideration. Instead life is simple, but due to the fact that we want to remain identified in what we know, or at least we believe that it is so, despite making us suffer, we tend to see the speck in the eyes of others, while the beam that blocks our eyes will be treated like an urban legend.
Simplicity is not yet of this world, too obvious, yet little would be enough, a little coherence and the recognition of the effects in relation to the causes, making thoughts follow the actions, instead of thinking one thing, saying another one for then take another one. What does a human being do instead? He prefers to fish in the turbid feeding it, of clarity he doesn’t know what to do with it, preferring to cultivate that ignorance mentioned above, considered a precious good to make bear fruit for his own use and consumption, believing to act, on the basis of his own illusions in all freedom.
Simplicity is the patrimony of the soul, a gardener we should trust, a gardener who knows when it is time to prune and to bring greater simplicity into his existence. Well clear? There is a time for everything, understanding its rhythm is the basis of every possible healing. This is simplicity.