Everything Else Is A Complication

One of the joys of being an indolent slacker is that I really can live mostly in the moment. I arise every morning — well, sometimes in the afternoon — with no plan, no schedule, no agenda. No one sets deadlines for me anymore. No one calls me or emails me, wanting to know where such-and-such a project is. My goal each day is to do nothing; my ambition is to be bereft of ambitions.
 
And when I'm not living in the moment, it's usually because of some situation I've created myself. Everything I do obliges me to do something more as well. If I drive to the coffee shop, I'll have to buy gas. If I buy a new gadget, I have to find a place to put it. If another animal moves in with me, I have to get pet food more often.
 
As the Zen master Bankei said, "My miracle is that when I'm hungry I eat, and when I'm tired I sleep." Everything else is a complication.