I’m going into my 13th year in Madison this month. While lots of things changed in my life during the past 12 years, one thing does not seem to have changed. That is, every time I want to simply my life, I only make it more complex.
I’m somehow attracted to minimalism, yet I always end up with something that looks like the above picture. Perhaps my life can never be simplified. Perhaps simplicity will be in my dream for the rest of my life. Or perhaps my idea of simplicity is meant to be complex.