Simple is Best

How many of you actually can agree with me on the very title? One gets sick and tired too often over the simplest things. Often than not, many would equate simple to being boring or mundane. Could this be a mistake? All of us want a fanciful and fulfilling life, seriously, who wouldn’t want? But what’s the price to pay for that consequential wishing thinking? Humans are born with nothing, possibly, we ended up with nothing when we’re on our way to never ever land. It’s forever so hard to find contentment with simple little details in life.

A simple example: A young couple had a bright future ahead of them. They were the sweetest couple ever, seen from most eyes. The girl has a dream. She yearns to get married, and jolly well locked and knows her future other half will be none other than her current boyfriend. Her boyfriend fortunately, shares the same sentiments. Throughout their days of courtship, the girl always mentioned how wonderful is it that her proposal was one of the sweetest things that could happen to her, more so after she heard of stories on how her friends were being proposed in all sorts of romantic and sweet methods. Her boyfriend knows her wish and is determined to fulfill that for her, secretively.

Finally, it’s time for them to hit the right age. The guy had something up his sleeves. All that was on his mind, he wants a proposal that could possibly set to make ‘yes’ the only answer. He’s determined to touch her through everything he has planned, just to get her feeling touched and said yes. Lots of efforts have been made. The girl remained being kept in the dark. The day came, the boy was all ready. Never mind what he did. To him, he’s willing to go miles just to see her smile. For that fact, he did one of the most dangerous act to make a sincere proposal to her, and for that, a moment of accident, it cost him his life. He left this world in an instant, leaving the girl he loves behind, the girl whom he has intended to spend his life with.

The girl had her heart sunken. She went into depression. A lot was on her mind before that. She thought to herself, had she known, all she wanted for her proposal, was nothing, merely he himself, his pure only existence. She pondered and pondered, coming into learning the deeper meaning. All she wanted was him. Something as simple as just kneeling down with a bouquet of flowers and ring would conveniently do the job, but. Why? She doesn’t want any fanciful plans, decorations, or anything, she just wants him. But all was too late, it seems like no one was at fault but she chose to blame herself for that.

They say simple is the best. No point being filthy rich, having luxurious car and houses where you can’t enjoy even the simplest thing in life such as having a heartwarming dinner with your family. Simple things are more often than not, the most intangible events/things we can find and not what seems to be so superficial and materialistic. It’s however, hard to keep up with that because everyone wants sparks to their life. Life is only deemed fulfilling when you have a lot of events lined up, you spent everyday outside playing and enjoying, so much so that you left out on what could have been even more important. It’s hard to be contented but it’s important not to be. No?