It could all be so simple..
But you’d rather make it hard.
Loving you is like a battle
And we both end up with scars.
Attributed to our self-proclaimed intelligence, we tend to make shit difficult. I’m not sure why, but I think it might have to do with the premise that shit that’s hard is all worth it in the end. The belief that hard work, self-sacrifice, and perseverance equates to a lottery winning payoff is the driving force behind all the tears, the second thoughts, and the self-pep talks.
Cuz even though it don’t take a whole day to recognize sunshine, you need a storm to appreciate it.
Humor me for a second here… What if L-Boogie was right?
What if it could all be so simple?
Just because I want ice cream doesn’t mean I have to spend the next 4 hours making it, does it? When I could just as easily head on over to Bi-Rite and enjoy my salted caramel on the grass at Dolores Park. What if being happy was as simple as thinking you are?
And what if all these extra steps like scheduling a day off, or synching outlook calendars, TiVo and smartphones is all just NOISE. Noise thats drowning out the simplistic happiness that our life could be. What if WE ARE OUR OWN WORST ENEMY. That the only person getting in the way, was ourselves? After further contemplation, it doesn’t sound too far off.
We’re human. We fuck up and we get lost. We dig our own graves and make our own beds and make life altering mistakes. We are easily persuaded to believe that outside influences will make our lives easier. We are easily dissuaded into thinking that we can’t do it all without this, and that, and her, and those…
Note to self: It doesn’t have to be so hard. Cuz “the sweetest thing I’ve ever known, was like a kiss on the collar bone.” And it doesn’t get any simpler than that.