We all love complexity. I mean how would you want to describe someone?
“You look beautiful?” Naah…
“I just can’t get my eyes off you.” That sounds better right!
Well, that isn’t metaphor, flirting for sure, and a sleek way too, but not a metaphor. Because we don’t speak metaphors, we feel them. As long as you don’t feel that connection that the sky is talking to you, that the winds whisper into your ears, that maybe the smell of earth is nostalgic to the first time you went into the rain with your friends, maybe then we can speak the same tale as that of those that could dream.
But until then, we are all just a culmination of feelings and emotions that are mostly left stranded on some lonely place in an island surrounded by nothing but secrets, and the sand scrubbing into the soul of that space, willing to pour down the stigma of the passing time, and the heat of the uncalled uneasiness.
And that’s metaphor, for those that could let their words shift in twists and turns, and create the transmutation of metal into gold. Because without an expression of randomized things, metaphors could never be given much of a praise.
Well, everything starts with simplicity, right? Wrong.
Yes, life started with a single celled organism, we all have read it, known it, even written it on some sheets, but was it ever that simple? Did you ever think of how the air that you breathe into your lungs gets separated into the various elements there are, and then selects just one that’s essential for our survival?
Maybe you have, maybe you gave it a thought right now, but the fact is, we might say that sometimes things are simple. Maybe they are, and we just want to find the complexity in everything. Maybe the reason we do that is because we are sick with all the complexities and complications that we live in.
But that doesn’t define the words of so many renowned people, as to why ‘complexity is simple to handle, just don’t overthink’.
And that’s sane too. Overthinking has a lot of cons; first, you overthink which kind of leads to an excess use of your brain. Which may be good, for it shouldn’t be left unused, but then again, too much of anything is disastrous. And in that way, we reach a paradox where nothing could make sense of anything that I might try to put in front of you.
Second, it’s just such a drag. Third, you reach conclusions that the other party never meant to go towards.
And so, I won’t. Rather I would speak about metaphors, because I’m not someone that has all the knowledge of the world, and could clear out all the doubts that humanity has. And believe me, humanity has more than it can hold on to! I would just speak on how to make simple attributes complicated to the level that you get so accommodated with complications that everything after seems simple.
And I can say, that’s how life is.
We fear to accept change, take on new endeavors, and live, and breathe. But after we clear one step, the same is never that harsh.
Yes, we might crumble, and get crushed under the hype that the entity already has, but never again, never again like that. And in that way, complexity turns a little less complex.
Metaphors aren’t simple. When the voices of the rain could let you feel the whispers of your own cravings, of getting to feel the numbness of the moment and the laughter of the happiness better, you won’t make out what it actually means. But after you get wet once, you just can’t let go of that sensation.
Things aren’t complex, we make it, for we don’t feel like having the audacity to storm in into the empty night of unknown origins, and find the simplicity in everything that’s complex. Maybe the big picture isn’t, but there’s always the little details to look at.
Complexity is never simple, but it is less complex once you have lived through it once.
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