Insanely Sane

Openly, i can say i have never been so sure about anything in my entire life, nor have i ever thought that i could make sense of what i am about to tell you now. 

For a good time now, i have been thinking and scratching my head trying to find logics to WHY i am the way i am, and how i cannot really see any use for what others call useful. But now i can safely say i have the answer:

I’m simple.

That’s it.
There is no complicated story to this, but i will elaborate.

Concider a comfortable livingroom. You feel at home, you can sit down and have a cup of coffee and lean back in your comfy Lay-Z-Boy and the world will be a better place for you as you switch on your giant-ass LED-powered flatscreen to watch Dr. Phil adress people that are far worse off than you will ever be in your entire, happy life.

Me?
If i was to have a LITTLE piece of that livingroom, small enough so i could lay across it and touch the oposite walls with the top of my head and the tip of my toes, i would create myself a little haven with some tall chairs, blankets and pillows. A nice little light and then a good book.. And i’d be happy there. 

Of course i am distracted from doing so because i have the modern comforts brainwashing me with its glory, BUT… If i was robbed of all my belongings, guess how i’d feel?

I’d still be happy, because what they cant take, is my happiness.
of course, i’d go off to become a monk of some sort.. That is if i lost my girlfriend too, but if i didnt, i’d move there with her instead.

What i’m saying is that life is too short to be held up by the comfort of idleness.
Enjoying the little things may be a clichè thing to say, but trust me when i say:

Embrace them. Because come dark times, those are all we’ve got.