Small Frames in the Bigger Picture

It always seemed more correct to me that life should be complicated.
Surrounded by many known unknowns and an infinite amount of unknown unknowns, it just seemed likely that complexity should be the foundation from which a life is built.
However serious I take my life and the experiences I have, I always considered that within such a perspective of life meaning is born.
But if life is what you make it and if I choose to complicate mine, what of those who choose simplicity?
They cannot be deemed incorrect, on the contrary.
With eyes connected to a brain that filters life through the big picture lens, over complication comes naturally.
Taming the wild intellectual beast seems to be my quest,
Turning a heavily laden life into a weightless one,
Devoid of abstract meaning or purpose.
Admitting that there are so many facets of this earthly life which we will never know, understand, ascertain is step one of the self-help programme.
I have always sought rules of engagement, or certainty, within the day-to-day,
Providing myself with a false sense of security.
From whence these rules are supposed to originate or whom enforces them is a question I cannot answer, And I reject anyone else's rules but mine thus.
But to play the game with authenticity one must embrace uncertainty.
The magic elixir of life.
Full of fear, excitement, enchantment and disappointment.
Simply put,
The best parts of the human experience.
Simplicity, or the process to, must involve a stripping away of unnecessities,
So here comes the hard work:
Discerning which parts stay and which parts are destined for the burning pile.
It seems simplicity, too, can be complicated.