Flip through the latest issue of Gulf Weekly.
Simplicity died long before chivalry. Everyone was so busy getting rid of the latter that they did not get time to mourn the former. Its presence was missed decades later by the few who found a void in their souls.
Simplicity is a virtue, we are taught the expression as a metaphor, a way of life that made everything easy - simple, straightforward expressions, simple short truths.
I cannot speak for the many but personally I mourn the death of simplicity, much more than chivalry.
It must have been a serene existence when women did not have to rush to the parlour every week to get their facial hair threaded, plucked or waxed painfully off, when laughter lines were showed off proudly as a symbol of a sense of humour. The wrinkles around the eyes were flaunted as a sign of a happy life.
I envy the times when living was simple. A dress or two was enough to be thankful for. A pair of boots, one pair of slippers and a good heeled shoe was considered luxury. The chase for one luxury brand after another, one more care after three, piles of jewellery, a stack of makeup … oh, the list is so long that the mere thought empties my soul.
The void left by the death of simplicity will never be filled by Master or Visa cards. The beauty and purity of my words, emotions and expressions is gone forever, never to be found again; the deep sea of materialism is reinstated by social actors as a sacrilegious duty.
