Simplicity

“Friday” tells me that to be a truly successful blogger I must blog! I’ve got to keep it fresh. I have to keep it moving. Imagine that. All this fuss, all this activity; so busy; so useful; so industrious! It strikes me as funny that the term “blog” is not in my word-processor dictionary. Interestingly still is that words “word-processor” are not in my word-processor dictionary either. As I type I must constantly update the dictionary to accept these new fangled words or be plagued with colorful squiggly lines that communicate that I’ve mistyped … or possibly mistyped (you know our politically correct society would never actually come out and confront another on their errors!) AND these visual cues present me with an unfinished, uncertainty to my document, plaguing me until I find some way to correct it. Problem is, sometimes I change the document to appease the squiggly line gremlins only to find that the grammatical structure of my sentences have gone south. Ah! Progress! When you are as visually stimulated as I am, colored squiggly lines under your text will never do.

So here we are in our “convenience” dominated culture which demands we come up with more and more complexity in order to live “easier” lives. Or should I say, culture with demands up with which we come?” Grammar is such a confusing animal! Anyway! How is a thing easier when to engage it you must make your life more complicated?

It is the young who come up with all these new fangled ideas about what is and what is not convenient, what is and what is not “easy,” what is and what is not complicated, what is and what is not … boring. And THERE is the rub! Youths today (and yes, I do mean you “Friday”) can not stand to be bored. Sitting still with nothing to do … simply contemplating the universe and all its wonders is not on the contemporary list.

This week “Friday” commented that I truly have lost my faith in change. I suppose she’s right. When you get nearly fifty, change is that which creates an imbalance which can take up a month to correct. I suppose in earlier years change brought on a fresh newness to a dull and boring existence. Particularly if you lived in a third-world-country in the heart of agriculturally dominated central Texas!

But that is my lot, to live a dull boring life, one day at a time, in the monotonous drone of sun-rise-sun-set. But then again, it’s not so terribly intolerable to live this day-in-day-out existence. In the midst of this cycle God has blessed me with variegated threads of experience. My life has been anything but dull. Perhaps it is that fact that brings me to the place where I thirst after quiet and cling to simplicity. Not an easy feat in the face of such an upwardly mobile society as this. So I’ll comply with updating my word-processor dictionary every few sentences, put an alarm on my outlook to alert me to “blog for goodness sakes!” since to fail to do so is a poor … something, and then secretly cling to simpler quieter easier ways of days gone by.

And thus is another day in the life of Seriously.