Life is not that complicated

I hear the word “complicated” tossed around a lot. The election is too close to call because it’s complicated. The war in the Middle East is complicated. The Ukrainian struggle is complicated. The Homeless situation here and abroad is too complicated to solve. Everything is complicated. Pick a thing at random, it’s complicated: Sex. War. Peace. Religion. Climate. Race. Hunger. Everything is complicated. Life is complicated. Life is hard, I mean it’s complicated, which makes life hard. It’s hard to get along in a complicated world, where everything, it seems, is so complex and…complicated.

I call Bullshit.

Life is only complicated for Human Beings

Life is not at all complicated. Life is not designed to be complicated. Life is not a design. There’s no design. There’s only life. Life is Chaotic certainly. Cruel. Despotic. Relentless. Tragic. Comical. Way funnier than sad, I would suggest…but don’t take my word for it. What do I know? I do know that complexity has nothing to do with life. Complexity is an excuse. Complex is what Human Beings call a thing when they want to hide from their own stupidity. Don’t take my word for it. Dudes way smarter than me figured this out a long time ago. Like this guy:

Fredrick Nietzsche

Nietzsche cut through the bullshit of Morality and Religion.

Or this guy:

Pablo Picasso

Picasso cut through the Bullshit of how we “See” people and the world around us.

And what about this guy.

Albert Einstein

Einstein, with the help of a dude named Hubble, cut through the bullshit of the entire Universe!

Could be everything I’m saying is Bullshit…

Ask this dude how complicated his life is. He wouldn’t know what you’re talking about. He’s too busy trashing your attic. He’s not thinking. He’s doing. Same with these guys.

Always on the move. Doing. Not complaining. Doing. Scootering around under your house. Maybe your bedroom if it’s a pubical. But doing. Working for the good of the planet. No, I’m serious. Where would the planet be without these guys?!

Old Henry

Henry Miller

“Once you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos.”

Opening of his novel Tropic Of Capricorn.

I’m not one to remember stuff. Especially quotes from novels I’ve read. If I do remember a quote, like the one above, it must’ve grabbed my ass in a big way. I relate to Henry Miller. Not because I read him and learned from him. Because I’m like him. I don’t give a shit, either. I do and I don’t. Which is the same thing. If you’re a waffler that means you’ll give up the ghost in a New York minute. Read a little farther down in Henry’s opening paragraph of Tropic Of Capricorn and you come to this:

“There was nothing I wished to do which I could just as well not do.”

This was me. This is me. All my life I’ve aspired to achieve things not because I actually wanted them but because I thought it was expected of me to want them. Once I saw through the bullshit of wanting a thing, I simply gave up. All I’ve ever wanted to do with my life is lay around and watch other people do things. That, or read books. Writing is bullshit but I do it because it’s akin to reading. My curiosity for reading extends to writing.

The Immobile Dude

Give up the Ghost!

Whatever that means.

I think it means surrendering yourself to life.

Just give up.

There’s a spectrum to just giving up, I suppose.

One end of the spectrum might be The Immobile Dude.

The Immobile Dude is even more immobile than the Lobotomy Dude. He arrives at the office first thing each morning and sits all day long. Just sits. Invariably he’ll nod off. Sometimes the baristas tap him on the shoulder cuz sleeping in your chair is against the Starbucks rules. But lately they’ve been leaving him alone.

The Immobile Dude is a functioning human being. I know this because I’ve observed him tramping down the road towards Starbucks. And ever so often I notice him reading his phone. He knows what’s going on. He chooses to be immobile.

I applaud him for that.. I don’t share my admiration with him because that would be breaking the rules of Immobility. Why should I share anything with him? I’ve never spoken to him. It’s good just to know he’s around, being Immobile for our sins, and not bothering anybody.

I’m towards the other end of the spectrum of Immobility

Actually, I’m closer to the point on the other end of the spectrum of immobility where I actually give a shit. I do give a shit…a little. Why else would I be writing a blog? Life is indifferent and so am I, yet I’m not being truthful. There are limits to my indifference. I care about certain things. I have this need to maintain an image.

Also, to be perfectly frank, I have friends I care about.

A little.

Maybe a little more than a little.

I have one friend, who’s name I won’t mention, who is going through a rough patch. What I’ve perceived only lately to be a serious depression. Which is the point of this blog post. This person is one of my readers. And if anything God forbid should happen to my friend. If he does something drastic. Like maybe kills himself. That would subtract one from my nine other blog readers. I’d be down to eight. Do I care? Not much. Anything under a dozen is pathetic.

I don’t desire that he should end his life. Why? For one thing, I like him. I like having him around. His grim nature appeals to me. For another thing, I want him to live and suffer life.

Life has no meaning.

No design.

But it does have a purpose.

Life’s Purpose

The purpose of life is pretty simple.

Simple as life itself.

You simply endure Life. That’s the purpose.

I actually learned this from reading this dude.

Eckhardt Tolle

Oprah Winfrey’s spiritual guide.

Oprah is a high achiever I actually admire. Why? Because she grew up dirt poor. I admire anybody who started out dirt poor, and rose to become a billionaire simply by bringing happiness to a lot of pathetic saps. Admiring Oprah puts me on the other end of the spectrum of Immobility I told you about…but there’s nothing I can do about it. I am what I am.

I think it was Kim who turned me on to Eckhardt Tolle.

Anyway…that’s it…

Keep living as long as you can. Hold on. Hold on, if for no other reason than to spite life itself!

Continuing to live is the best revenge.

Once you’re done, you’re done. And then you’ll be judged. Probably not. Believing you’ll be judged is merely a stupid belief I share with the ancient Egyptians.

Maat judging your soul against the weight of a feather

What the hell…sounds like a good idea…there’s certain people in the world who deserve to be judged.

He’s the only one I can think of at the moment.

Anyway, I’m done.

Not forever.

I’m not ready for eternity quite yet. And neither should you, my friend.