Writing on simplicity. Writing on the complicated. It’s a challenge in many forms; a paradox in itself. But have I mentioned I like words? In this regard, and many others, I’m guilty as charged…far from simple.
The concept of “simply complicated” actually came to me from my Dad. Whenever I’d go off on one of my incessant ramblings, I’d get the same tilted head, wincing look from him, followed by: “Man, KK, sometimes you’re just complicated.” I’d either embracing that notion, or feel defeated, but it generally ended my fulminations pretty quickly.
Over time, that concept sank in, (almost) painfully and humorously resonating with me. But then, I’d have epiphanies of pure simplicity. And not just epiphanies, but a crystal clear moment, filled with an utter appreciation for it. These feelings would leave me with a temporary disbelief that anything could ever be more complicated than what it simply was.
Today, I’m stopped just as dead in my tracks by a simple piece of artwork with black font on a white canvas, as I am by the most intricate of designs.
I love the look and feel of minimalism, but I’m also know to be a hoarder. Didn’t you know, ”Justin Case” and I are really good friends? Because what if someday I need it??
I’m intrigued by brief sentences with crisp periods, yet simultaneously, by long-winded paragraphs with eloquent speech.
I respect the disciplined athlete, devoted to his craft. But I love a true gamer, that’s ready to tackle just about any kind of sport.
I gravitate towards a 15 minute freestyle dinner preparation, as much as I yearn for an artisan, made from scratch dish.
I reach for my tried-and-true products, as much as I scan every option for the latest-and-greatest goods.
What I find, between these two spectrums, is a blissful place of balance. A nurturing dance between what’s basic, mundane, and routine–to what’s innovative, progressive, and raw. There’s no right or wrong for either. No judgement or envy, but a desire for the happy medium.
Within these simply complicated pages,
-I strive to write authentic posts for people that are as complicated and interesting as people actually are. (Nora Ephron)
-I challenge us to welcome those big, sticky, complicated problems. In them are your most powerful opportunities.
-I find you meet a lot of people and have a lot of experiences, and they color you and stay with you–but I’m not the grieving victim. Life is much more complicated and interesting and full of zigs and zags than that. (Emmylou Harris)
-I believe design is the method of putting form and content together. Design, just as art, has multiple definitions; so there is no single definition. Design can be art. Design can be aesthetics. Design is so simple, that’s why it is so complicated. (Paul Rand)
-I’ve discovered life is far more complicated than you think it is when you’re a kid. It isn’t just a straightforward fairytale. (Rachel McAdams). We may not have all the answers, but we can simply navigate with faith and with love.
-I’m convinced, there’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another. (E.B. White)
At the end of the day, it’s very simple. Complications are often those scary things we know as ‘growth moments’.
We can’t always explain why things happen, change, or affect us the way they do. Or why we’re whimsically, magnetically pulled to some things that others aren’t. They’re some of the many incomprehensible complications of this life and its’ simple beauty. They’re inextricable.
Amongst these pages, is my intoxikaited thirst for discovering more. An invitation for growth, change, and continued development.
Admittedly, what I can work on is simplicity in my daily life. Learning to find a focus. Remembering that I can do anything, but I can’t do everything. Being intentional with my communication. Keeping it simple. easy. fun. Or otherwise, continue exhausting myself and others in the process.
Making the complicated, simple. Awesomely simple. Now that’s creativity. (Charles Mingus)
cheers to doing just that,