Cleanliness is next to something

Visually, I like order. I like to look around at a clean house, clean lines, minimal distraction. Empty. And what I've noticed is that once that door is open, things just never seem clean enough, orderly enough, simple enough. The complexity of simplicity. The effort behind effortlessness. Interesting.

The other extreme is to live in a mess and be blind to the chaos. To co-exist with chaos and never feel the need to do anything about it. The simplicity of complexity. I've lived comfortably in a mess.

So which is better? If we look at our outer worlds as reflections of our inner worlds, then we a couple of interesting scenarios: 1) we clean, process, organize, our shit. 2) we don't.

With #1, we have the upside of awareness and consciously trying to affect change within. Downside, we can become rigid, judgemental, and restless as we try to put a conclusion on an eternal process. It wil never be clean enough.

With #2, the downside is that we can become complacent, blind, live in denial, or stuck in inertia, the upside is that we find a peace in chaos, that we become generous and accepting of what is.

Or maybe we hire someone to clean. But then we live in someone else's standards, value systems, or priorities of what is important to be addressed.

No right answer. No wrong answer. And the beat goes on.