The secret power of awareness.

‘Yeah, if only life was so simple!’, people often say to me.

I hear it whenever I talk or write about spirituality and the human experience and other yummy abstract stuff like that.

It’s like I’m criticized for my naivety, my lack of judgment and morality, or the seemingly stupid unwillingness to acknowledge the evil things that happen in the world.

But here’s how I see it:

Life IS utterly simple.

And it is also not.

It’s both.

It is simple because it is just life.

AND it is extravagantly complex and hard and devastating and unfair and harsh because we have minds that constantly tell us it is, and make us do and experience things that prove their subjective points.

I am not denying anything, really.

I totally appreciate the complexities and difficulties of life, because I live in a convincing mentally constructed world just like everybody else.

I get confused and fucked up.

I can feel dangerously angry and deeply sad and terribly lonely.

I do really stupid things because of my utterly enticing moods.