Thoughts On Simplicity

Lost In The Algorithms — Odyssey # 53

For the last eight years, here’s what I thought about writing: I fucking hate this. Seriously, who reads anymore? What’s the damn point? It’s like chasing shadows — elusive, exhausting, and what do you end up with? Tired, maybe a bit disillusioned, and definitely chasing something that might not even be there.

In On Writing Well, William Zinsser hit the nail when he said, “Clutter is the disease of American writing.” That hits hard.

Simplicity is about clearing out the mental junk.

Clarity — that’s the golden ticket.

Everything we crave, from a clean line of prose to a clear path in life, stems from that pristine state of mind. But let’s be real, achieving clarity isn’t just stumbling upon a neat idea; it’s like finding a clean coffee cup in a sink full of dirty dishes.

Here I am, gearing up for the final leg of my bodybuilding prep, life throwing punches like it’s got something to prove, and I’m forced to ask myself…Who am I, and who the hell do I want to become?

It's easier said than answered, which is why I write these things in the first place. The truth comes from reflection, from taking space, from detachment.