Lex Parsimoniae

I have done a post about the theme of "simplicity" before, thanks to the extremely wise Taylor Franklin. Even though still in college, he has been a beacon of knowledge and wisdom for a lot of people, including myself. Anyways, today's post is along the same realm of the aforementioned blog.

The latin phrase Lex Parsimoniae loosely translates to "the simplest answer is always the better than the more complex." This theory is also commonly known as Occam's Razor. As a firm believer of the benefit of the simple things in life I am gathering huge support for falling back onto the simple answers in life.

As my life right is becoming filled with more and more complexities of life, I am trying to coerce myself into choosing the simplest answers to direct myself. Sometimes the simplest decision is never the easiest or the most desirable but I am finding it is usually the best. Right now I fight to keep relationships, work my butt off to pay debts, bills, and loans, struggle with my self-image, and constantly doubt my inner psyche. I am one big pile of self-doubting, always emotional, OCD type of person. It is absolutely nerve racking. 

So as I try to fight for answers and direction, I will be leaning towards those simple answers. I need to stop breaking everything down into the those little details. I need to stop trying to piece back together the complex situation into the most desirable outcome. I need to let life happen, in its own way.

It is time to truly let my mind and body live simply...but with complex tastes of course.

Fight for a better tomorrow

That Weird Clarifying Moment

You know that point in time where you just have a huge clarifying moment? When everything just seems to be answered or revealed for you? Well I sit here now completely clarified, so to speak.

I feel like there are a lot of details that should not be put on here (kind of defeats the purpose of a blog) but I will try to inform you as much as you can. When I feel that I need a refresher in the "faith" department I always turn to the concert of my freshman year in the A Cappella Choir at Carson-Newman College. Such a memorable concert for me because it was the concert where I knew I was accepted by the singers around me. We were family; it was absolutely sublime.

Well last night I sent out a plea while I listened to the closing number to that concert. It being my all time favorite choir anthem I had easily become pretty emotional. And just a few moments ago the plea that I cried out was answered.

I asked for strength and the direction that I needed to be headed in...I know that I must continue to progress forward. I cannot have anything hold me back here. I have been too focused on trying to please others. It is time to please myself (try not to take that in a vulgar direction).

Fight for a better tomorrow

Lost but Found

It is a strange thing to be seriously trapped in one's thoughts. Well not necessarily strange but definitely not comforting. For the very few that know how I operate, I break things down to the very last possible detail and then come up with a solution or scenario that best fits each detail. It can actually become a very maddening experience for me.

I try to play out each scenario in my head and figure out which is the best course of action to take. I literally will try to analyze every action that everyone around me takes and try to figure out the best way to respond. My brain definitely gets tired after awhile. But lately there has been one subject matter that I have been focusing a lot of lately: Friendship...

With every action that leads up to me moving away from Tennessee this coming summer (yes, it is true, that is for another blog), I keep on facing situations that really show who are true friends. I engaged in a conversation with a best friend about how some things always seem to be at face value. How I sit back, in a situation, and say to myself "I do not want to deal with this situation right now." And that situation being caught up with people that really do not know me.

I do not know whether it is my fault for not taking initiative or whether it is their fault because they are not taking initiative, but I find that when I look and analyze, nothing goes deeper than the surface. Almost every conversation seems at the "acquaintance" level. I would love to have something deeper, something more profound. Right now, I have that with one person. And ultimately that might just be enough, but for one person to have that responsibility to handle that much profoundness can really take a toll on someone's psyche. 

Either way, the main point is that I really want to make those deep connections but something always gets in the way. I thank the person that I can share my thoughts with. Just being about to talk with that person gives me a great solace from day to day. 

Fight for a better tomorrow