Conversely, it might be stipulated that people who are fond of complexity lead in many if not most cases physically, socially, and emotionally relatively easy lives. Complexity becomes something they pursue in lieu of effective effort, which is often difficult.
Where I myself fall in all this, I can’t say. I get enough done to survive, but not enough to call myself effective. I am in the nature of my occupation solving concrete, real problems regularly, so that counts, I suppose, for something.
I might add that if everything is easier said than done, we must recognize the soothing, calming quality of words, which act as shelters from the storm, but also that they are most often vain, misleading, and substitutes for needed work.
The inarticulate can be wise, and no wisdom can be inferred from beautiful words. After all, nothing important has not yet been said, so all an erudite person need do is repeat. Nearly everything you read is derivative.
And I will self comment here that I rarely reference the words of others. I do, certainly, where warranted, but to the extent of my ability I am discovering or rediscovering things on my own, in my own way.
We all have to walk our own paths. The door I walk through is barred to you, and vice versa. You cannot follow in my footsteps. At best I can perhaps sound a drum in the darkness, reminding you to march, march, march.
This universe is filled with countless golden threads. You are one of them. Perhaps we will meet one day, and remember we have always known each other.