Complexity is like addiction… It comes on slowly, forming weak bonds that you can barely feel. But as it continues, the bonds strengthen quietly until they calcify and become hard to break.
Case study: How complexity creeps in
Jason Fried

That’s the part I love about complexity. You can seek simplicity, and a world with few problems to encounter and overcome, but that would be a world without interest, without the expectations and longing of a new day. Complexity in itself is a complex word, with it’s hard sounds and strung-together syllables. But once you’ve found complexity, and fallen in love with the new experiences it brings, it’s hard to let go. A six word memoir I wrote a few months ago is “seeks simplicity, finds complexity, never satisfied,” and I feel that accurately describes my life (note: I’m aware I’ve only had 17 years of experience and only remember around 12 of those).

I used to hate new challenges, especially in the research world, where challenges meant long hours spent in the lab with tiny microbes in your Petri dishes as your only company. But I soon discovered that I relished the chase of figuring out new protocols before my proteins denatured, and spending hours alone in the lab with just my creations, talking to them as if they could answer me back (p.s bacteria are VERY good listeners). So in that way, I could never go back to the simplicity of high school science labs, where situations and instructions are spoon-fed to you and the answers are all online. With real science research, there are no true solutions; there is always an answer left to find, a better solution to an ever-expanding problem.

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