erhaps，thatisonereasonweyearnforthesiplelife.Inaway，wewanttobechildren，toletsooneelsecarrytheawkwardbackpackofresponsibility.
Wearelikewheat，hereohtoripen.Weripentellectuallybylettgasuchoftheuniverse’splexityaswe.Morallyweripenbyakgourchoices.AndweripenspirituallybyopengoureyestoCreation’sendlessdetail.
OernoonIpickedupafallenleaffrothesugarapleouryard.Upcloseitwasyellow，withspshesofred.Atar’slengthitwase.ItslordependedonhowIlookedatit.
Iknewalittleabouthowthisleafhadspentitslife，transfsunlightandcarbondioxidetonutrients，andIkhatweanialsbreathethatoxygenthatsuelloftheleafhasaagacheical—DNA—uponwhichisscribedallthestrfandasugaraple.StistsknowfaroreaboutthisthanI.Buteventheirknowledgeextendsonlyashortwaytotheseaofplexitythatisasugaraple.
I’begngtouand，Ithk，whatsipliesthatripen.By“siplify，siplify，”Thoreauantsiplifygourselves.
Toaoplishthis，we：
Fodeeperthgs.Thesiplelifeisnotnecessarilylivgacab，cultivatgbeans.Itisrefgtoletourlivesbe“fritteredawaybydetail”.Aprofessortaughtasecretforfocg：TurnofftheTVandreadgreatbooks.Theyopendoorsyourbra.
Uakelife’sjourneyoepatati.Ioayounguplebothbldscebirth.Theyhadathree-year-olddaughterandanfant，bothfullysighted.Forthoseparents，everythglex：bathgthebaby，onittheirdaughter，ogthewheywerefullofsilesandughter.Iaskedtheotherhowshekepttrackoftheirlivelydaughter.“Itielittlebellsonhershoes，”shesaidwithaugh.
“Whatwillyoudowhenthefantwalkstoo？”Iasked.
Shesiled.“EverythgissoplicatedthatIdon’ttrytosolveaprobleuntilIhaveto.Itakeohgatati！”
Paredownyourdesires.EnglishandpywrightJeroKpkaJerocaughtthespiritofthatenterprisewhenhewrote，“Letyourboatoflifebelight，packedonlywithwhatyouneed—aholyhoandsiplepleasures，oneorofriends，worththena，soooloveandsoooloveyou，acat，adogandapipetoo，enoughtoeatandenoughtowearandalittleorethanenoughtodrk，forthirstisadahg.”
NotlongagoIflewhotoseeyfatherthehospital.Hehasadiseasethatnibblesawaythed.Iwasasnarlofworries.Treatnts？Nursghos？Fances？
Hewascrouchedawheelchair，ashriveled，whitenedrenantofthefatherIhadknown.AsIstoodthere，hurtandnfed，helookedupandsaw.AndthenIsawsothguedandwonderfulhiseyes：regnitionandlove.Itwelledupandfilledhiseyeswithtears.Ande.
Thatafternoon，yfathercabackfrowhereverhisillnesshadtakenhi.Hejokedandughed，onceagatheanIhadknown.Andthenhewastired，ahitobed.Theday，hedidnotreberIhade.Andthenighthedied.
Everydeathisadooropengoion’systery.Thedooropens，butweseeonlydarkness.Inthatawfulont，werealizehowvasttheuniverseis，plexityupoy，beyond.Butthatisthetruegiftofsiplicity：toaepttheworld’sfiteplication，toaeptbewildernt.
Andthen，especially，wesavorsiplethgs.Afacewelove，perhaps，eyesbrigwithlove.
Itisthesiplestofthgs.Butitisorethanenough.
那一年，九月的下午，我们五对夫妇各自慢悠悠地划着独木舟，沿着缅因州的萨科河顺流而下，沐浴在夏末的金色阳光之中，无比惬意。岸边的小鹿，啃着小草，摇着白色的尾巴，注视着我们这支小小的船队漂流而过。晚上，我们搭起了帐蓬，烤着牛排，围着篝火懒散地躺着，睡眼朦胧地凝望着满天繁星。有人弹拨着吉它，唱起古老的歌曲：“淡泊乃是天资，自由乃是天赐。”
当然了，田园牧歌式的漫游告一段落，我们又驱车回到这个世界，还贷款，忙工作，还有洗衣机塞满了脏衣服。偶尔我也会情不自禁地哼唱：“淡泊乃是天资，自由乃是天赐。”我多想活得淡定从容，可哪儿去找呢？
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