I Love Simple. But Most Things Aren't.

I wish things were simple.

I wish my side was right. Yours wrong.

I love simple. I wish things were simple.

I wish things were easy and obvious.

Fire. Fire is simple. Hot. Not cold. I like that.

Except, if you look closer.

If you look closer and you see the flames dance. If you look closer and you watch the sparks emerge and disappear. If you sit and look at a fire long enough you’ll see an unknowable dance that is as ancient as it is urgent. If you sit and stare at a fire you’ll sense a rhythm, a beauty, a destructive power. You see unimaginable potential and imminent death all at once. You have no idea if it is good or evil.

Fire is not simple.

Neither is anything else.

I love simple. But most things aren’t.

Politics. Family. Morality. Friendship.

If you find yourself with absolute confidence and clarity about something…. You’re right. They’re wrong.

Sit for a while. Look closer. Stare at the fire.