The other day I was driving home when I saw two apparently homeless men on the side of the road. The elder of the two squat beside a big, humming electrical box to rest in it’s shade while the younger approached. “Hey man,” the younger said. “I put the bags over there. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, sure, that’s okay,” the elder replied with some authority.
As a responsible human I sometimes fantasize about shedding my responsibilities and retreating to the fringes of society. However, here were two men, seemingly as free of a “responsible” life as possible, discussing tedious logistics. Who will buy what at the grocery store, the drugstore, where will one set the bags? There’s simply no escaping logistics. Heavy is the head that where’s the crown, yay, but heavy too is the head that wears the old ball-cap.
Ain't that the truth. There's nothing quite as complicated as trying to keep things simple. And nothing so expensive as being poor.