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How ironic that parsimony is defined as finding the simplest explanation for things. But when we try to apply it in our own lives, it seems that it is not as easy as it appears to be. How complicated it is to live a simple life!

The harder you try to simplify things, the more complex it seems to become. I haven’t the faintest idea why this happens, but it does. It’s like the world conspires to make you treasure every little detail of your life that you tend to miss out on the bigger things. And no matter how many times you try to step back just to see the bigger picture, sometimes, it still doesn’t make sense. It’s like living an abstract piece of art, that no matter how hard you try to figure out what to make of it, it just wouldn’t pop out.

But still, I fond it worthwhile to strive to live a simple life. Nobody wants things complicated. Maybe, parsimony is really the best there is.

Funny how time catches up on you

No matter how hard you run away from it

Though at times it seems the world is spinning

So excruciatingly slow;

And yet when you wish for it to stand still

It flies away from your grasp with just a momentary flicker of light

So elusive to catch, so enticing to keep

But it never waits for you to wake up from your sleep.

And no matter what I do, and wherever I may go

It will always be running its own way

Just as it has always been so.