Simplicity Is The Ultimate Sophistication

Isn't it strange how we wish to earn loads of money, but we have the best of times only wen we have just 10 bucks in the wallet?

Is it strange we wish to wear top fashion brands, but we feel most comfortable in okirika and Aba made?

We wish to sit in Sheraton Hotel with the affluent and elite but we enjoy roadside vendor food with friends the most.

Strange?

We wish to own big cars and go on long drives yet we talk our heart out only while walking down a long road.

Strange?

We have iPhone X filled with favourite songs, but sometimes a song on the radio brings a smile that can't be compared.

Strange?

No. Its not strange.

Life is that simple and tilts towards simplicity despite our efforts to complicate this beautiful but brief life.

Life is simple indeed.

We make it complex by running after what never gives us genuine joy.

Love life. Simply

Live life. Simply

Take note of small things. The little little things that makes a bundle of bliss. For when you achieve the bigger ones, you can smile and say:

'I Have Lived It All'

#Pengician #SSA

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