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SIMPLICITY
In a world full of disparity, the perfect oxymoron would be simplicity and complexity.
I used to think I was different from everybody else. Who wouldn't? Wouldn't we all want to believe we are unique? That we all have our own distinctive ways?
I was no different. I've always thought that being different —being unique was creditable. I believed that having a different taste makes you special, that thinking outside the box makes you creative.
Oh, how I was wrong. Such a primitive thought from simpleminded me. Such complex ideas can't continue popping out of nowhere. We all want to be different —but aren't we trying too hard?
I realized that now. Back then, I liked to think of sophisticated ideas to make a unique story, but it always end up getting too complicated even for me. In the end, I always get lost along the way.
And then it came to me: no matter how different we try to be, we will always be one and the same. 'You don't know me' you may say, but that doesn't mean we can't understand.
Such a naive simpleton, aren't we all?