Things can often feel like a painting, sometimes. I would usually stare at one trying to understand its complexity (as well as things I only to know), wondering what’s within…

What’s it trying to tell? What does it mean? What’s that thing that dwells beyond the confines of the colour and strokes, that thing that keeps hovering in your mind waiting to be deciphered?

I didn’t realise that sometimes simplicity is the answer.

Sometimes the answer is just so simple, almost as simple as answering yes or no. The complexity and befuddling thoughts of the human mind has ways to make things intricate. We often think that the hardest, most profound answer is the best, but just as powerful (in all of its simplicity) are answers that are, well, simple.

Last Friday, during PR tutorials, the tutor gave the class a question; “Why does the source need not pay the media?” (Perhaps not the actual question, but it went like this). The class went into a state of confusion, browsing notes and leafing through the text book. My poor friend Derwoei was tense as he was clueless, uttering answers that were neither wrong nor right. Sometime later the tutor leant close to Amanda, and she said “The media need not be paid because it is free.”

Oohs and Aahs left the mouths of my fellow classmates, and I was stumped by it in a way. Free. It was simple… why didn’t I think of it earlier? Plunging through and through into confusing definitions and lacklustre descriptions hoping the find the answer, only to discover that it is merely free. Simple. And when you think of it properly, yeah, it IS free. Everything opened up, and the light from the doors poured seamlessly into the mind. It is free because the source merely needs to announce, and media will gather by itself. One simple answer would open up into the proper more definitive one.

The trouble is that we, just as often as we can, tend to complicate things.

Like falling in love… love, simply, is just a strong feeling of affection for one another (ie; I like you, you like me. We happy). And yet we just complicate it. I shan’t go into details regarding it… I’m sure you know the complications we seem to create when it comes to love.

Now I sit here with a strangely gentle regret… for not seeing things as something simple. If I had forsaken the complexity that I had slowly built around me, perhaps things would be different from now. For better or worse, I wouldn’t know, but one can’t help but to wonder. Wonder about that question that is always there, that question can both spawn bliss and lament. What if?

What if?

But had it actually happened, perhaps, I wouldn’t be able to see things as it is now. Had I departed myself from the course that I had chosen now, what I feel now never would’ve been stronger and heartfelt. I never would have realised what I’m feeling now, and I never would’ve known the magic of it. The realisation, the discovery… the understanding. Things that had happened, and are happening, were in a way forming into something amazing.

My decisions from the past had formed something powerful here. And I don’t think I should hesitate on this one. I hadn’t seen it as it is before, but now I see it in all its beauty and grace.

My apologies if the above are beyond comprehension, for I have not the ability to makes thing comprehensible. But if you see it, or understand it somehow, then I must applaud you.

For you may see what I see. And boy is it beautiful.