You imagine the simple life as a place you'll move to one day.
Somewhere with fewer things owed and a morning that isn't already chasing you.
So you wait for the calendar to clear before you start living it.
But simple was never the empty day coming later.
It's this one, done without wandering off.
One task finished before the next begins.
One conversation you don't half-listen through.
One evening you let be an evening.
The catch is it asks more of you, not less.
Clearing the noise takes a steadier hand than adding to it.
You're not far from the simple life.
You keep postponing it, then filling the wait.
Start it now.
Then do it again tomorrow.
