Complicated

I often wonder have we taken it as our core responsibility to make everything about life so damn complicated…not just for others but also for ourselves. Day in, day out during the many interactions, casual conversations and gestures that we exchange, I feel that we work on complicating life…quite habitually.

Painful, indeed. Knowing that life is actually quite short, if you don’t really look at the years, but the moments lost.

Are we mastering complication? But why?

I often wonder.

-Z.

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