If life was simple we would not have our heads full of stupid thoughts that we don't need. We would not have so many fears, questions, uncertainties... If life was simple we would get up in the morning knowing exactly what is going to happen each and every minute. Everything would be predictable, systematic, under control. Nobody would wonder what if and what next and whether this or that. We would have our paths set at some point and the only thing to do would be to follow it, faithfully. Things out of ordinary and shocking and exciting would, of course, have to cease to exist as a price to pay for safety and control.
Why this sounds like a nightmare? I mean, it probably is a dream for many people tired of their messy, unpredictable, fucked up lives. What is the force behind this sick want so many of us experience then? What is the limit for most of us? This uncrossable point when we just have had enough and the only craving we have is to become a hermit living in a perfect harmony with nature. I guess some of us can never reach that point. We are like hamsters in a cage running ourselves silly in circles trying to get to a nowhere point. I wonder what would make me quit this endless race. How easy it could be to make me give up. What makes my wheels turn?
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