The Evolution of Simplicity

Is anyone else a little lost, or am I the only one feeling this?












I don't know when it happened, but somehow,
life
became
really
complex.















Life has become so cluttered, so busy and exhausting, so seemingly insurmountable and relentless that at times, it is more than overwhelming and too easily seen as a vicious cycle of fatigue, failures and false hopes.










So naturally, we panic.



























Panic doesn't always look the same.
It could be an outward break down, a collapsing of the forced pleasantries and social formalities.




It could be an unnerving silence, a piercing hush of anxiety and distress.





It could be a blind and desperate cry, a taking back of control through whatever means possible.
















What ever happened to simplicity?

















Can we come back to a point where simplicity is a little less complex and a little more... simple?






I'd like to believe it.
I need to believe it.