In our daily lives, we usually come across and observe different patterns, from simple to complex ones, from the aligned crosswalk stripes to the golden brown foamy layer that floats on top of your morning coffee.

But the question that presents itself here, is "do we actually take time to these patterns?".

I think our brains like observing complex patterns and organized chaos, observing bird flocks forming a giant dancing entity, or long continuous organized ant lines. However for me, I do enjoy it when I find myself admiring a simple scenery, admiring a single House Bunting (Tbibt) landing on your window or a single ant that has lost its way from its colony. Most of us often associate beauty with grandeur, like a detailed oil painting that seems impossible to recreate. And I think complexity demands attention but on the other hand simplicity asks for something totally different, there is a strange comfort in simplicity. Instead of forcing attention, simple things rarely do that, sitting unoticed in their own word, until we slow down to see and admire them.

As a final word, simplicity carries a kind of honesty that complexity struggles to preserve.