the simplicity's of life are complex

What ever happened to being satisfied with fools gold? Why must everyone only want the "pure" gold? Why cant they appreciate this impostor as a good actor? Why must they instead insult it as to name it "fools gold"? Why can't they appreciate this impostor as a amazing thing to find such a very good actor? Why are the simplicity of life so complex? Why does everyone strive for the pure source? Why does life have to be in such a hurry? Why does everyone have to come to a midlife crisis? Why can't we just accept that we grow old and be proud of all the time we have spent here learning, gaining wisdom to match the gray hairs we have earned?
Why must people always think in such a negative way? Why can't the world be happy? Why must I be upside down and you be right side up? How come your not upside down and I'm not right side up?

I guess what I'm really trying to get at is the simple questions that has been asked by many, and answered by so few. Answered by so few because often the answer requires a simpler way of looking at it; and most often people don't really want to search for an answer. They just want it to come to them. They want it to be easy. But their is that saying nothing worth pursuing will ever be easy. (Of course I am paraphrasing and I don't recall who said that but I think it gets the point across.) Some of you may be wondering why do I write of such things why don't I write about; I don't know, other stuff. My answer to whom ever asks; because I write to hopefully make a small difference. To hopeful change who ever reads this, look on everything to something different.
Why? Because since the day I completely understood anything I immediately wanted to teach it to someone, anyone willing to listen. I have this compulsive need to help others. I pry my self on teaching someone something at lest trying to, to my fullest ability.
And just as I like to teach I also like to be taught. I appreciate a complete thought, I feel fulfilled when I see someone save a cricket from drowning in a pool. Or when someone has the understanding to set aside their differences for the better.
In other word I just appreciate it when people are loving. I understand that I, nor anyone else can be completely loving and nice and all that crap all the time; but, I feel that one should at lest try to. That doesn't mean being someone prissy who doesn't fight back, no it means that you are willing to reason when the situation can be reasoned with.
It means being able to love with out having to go around hugging and kissing every thing. It doesn't mean having to wear your heart on your sleeve. It doesn't mean having to be loved by every one, in fact it mean some times being hated. But it means  to accept why their is animosity in the world; and to understand and move on. You don't have to always be smiling (in fact I almost always have a strait face...) it means being able to have compassion; not pity, but the genuine want to help someone. To genuinely care, to be able to wait for as long as it takes, and when it comes around to be able to forgive. It means being quiet sometimes, it means being mean sometimes, it means having to to the hardest things sometimes. But to always to understand the other parties perspective. Even though you do have to wait for a lot in life, you should never put your life on hold; your life should always be in motion. Never still. Not to dwell in or on the past. to accept that when the news announces the death of 20 people to understand that people are always dieing, for every reason imaginable but people are always being born, not to get sucked in. but instead let it roll off you skin. Because no matter how bad the world may be, it is always equally good. Even if you chose to believe the world is hell it is still heaven to some one else in the world some where else. (possibly even in the same room.)

So, today my bloggies I leave you with this food for thought, consume it, digest it, and decide if you like it.
From your favorite little blogger,

-나디아