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Don't get me wrong. I do not mean to disrespect anyone's troubles and concerns. Nor I mean to pretend that my life is without any rough corners. In fact, when I left work the other day on my way to the railway station, my mind was full of thoughts about all kind of things that were bothering me lately. The sun was setting down, making the jet stream clouds scattered sky look like a somewhat psychedelic fresco. I found myself stopping every once in a while, taking pictures of this bizarre urban scene and feeling that my smartphone camera is not doing justice with its beauty. And then, just about when I took the picture that you can see at the top of this card it hit me. Why can I even think that? How is it that I can appreciate this scene as beautiful? It wasn't the first time I've wondered about all kind of things, related to consciousness and how come that it exists at all, but this time was different. It was not some philosophical understanding. It was something else. Life is complex. No matter how you look at it, there is no escape from this fact. If you think your life is more complex than that of others, it's just because you don't live their life but yours. So yes, some of us have better lives than others, but if you think about it, it's just a matter of luck. It doesn't make the life of the more fortunate ones less complex. The more you have, the more you stand to loose. I arrived to the railway station. A pianist and a guitar player were playing Billy Holiday. And again it hit me. I can tell you all about sound waves and how and why they harmonize into chords, I can write you an article about Billie Holiday and why she was so important to jazz music, but that will never capture the simple meaning of "A pianist and a guitar player play Billie Holiday".
I went up to the platform. The twilight light made everything look like a drawing. Now I felt as if someone was throwing little pebbles on my strongest convictions. Not large enough to shatter anything, just a gentle disruption, but one that sent a very clear message: "Think again, how come you can appreciate all that?"
A train came in, on the adjacent track. The psychedelic sky reflected from its windows. And again the pebbles started ticking. Suddenly I knew the answer. So don't get me wrong. I don't mean to disrespect any kind of trouble or misery. There are many things in this world that could use some fixing. Maybe even lots of fixing. But when we want all the bad stuff to go away, aren't we are asking for a life, so simplified that it can't contain any beauty? What if everybody could feel at ease with some discomfort? I mean, isn't it crazy that we seek a life so comfortable and predictable, many times on the expense of others, and then we suffer because we can't appreciate any of it? So yes, life hurts. Life is complex and sometimes it looks like we can't make it trough. But then again, it is out of this complexity that our ability to appreciate life emerges. Isn't that the one true miracle? all the proof we ever need? What if we could all just settle for that?