A simple wealth

We learnt to measure everything except enough. Convenience promised simplicity and delivered prospects with infinite possibilities. Roads multiplied, and so did choices; both became ways to get lost.

We traded the ache of hunger for discovery for the subtle anxieties of abundance. Even our silences grew crowded with notifications. What once arrived as weather now arrives as data. Yet beneath the wiring and worry, the old machinery still hums: thirst, wonder, fear, love. Complexity, it turns out, is just simplicity that kept wearing new costumes, and forgot how easily it once breathed. Somewhere between the cave wall and the cyber cloud, we lost our simple guide and began confidently calling our guesswork “progress.”