Date: 2025-05-27

Simplicity

Simplicity, the kind that hurts, not the kind you find in a brochure.

Let's be clear, real simplicity isn't minimalist design or clean user
interface, some sterile, whitewashed startup buzzword. It's not
a checkbox, it's a reckoning. It's cutting the fat, killing the fluff,
and facing what is actually there, what matters, what works, and
nothing else.

Simplicity means you stop lying to yourself. You stop filling the
silence with noise. True simplicity in life is raw and pure. It's
uncomfortable. It's waking up and knowing what you need to do and then
doing it. That's it. No app for that. No guru. No shortcut. Just
brutal, beautiful clarity.

Simplicity isn't your bloated OS trying to sync your calendar across
8 devices. It's not an AI assistant pretending to think for you. 

Real simplicity? It's a terminal. A text file. A keyboard and your
mind, nothing in between. Tools that are yours. That you understand,
control, shape. Not tools that control you.

User-friendly is often hostile to the user. It means you don't own
the machine anymore, you rent a curated experience, designed to nudge
you, track you, sell to you and never in your favour. They give you
pseudo simplicity by taking away control. They hide complexity behind
interface you can't question. You become dependent, not empowered.

Your keyboard and your computer. Your file in your terminal showing at
your screen. No middleman. No rules, just those defined by you. No
waiting for an update, begging for a feature or pray for a fix.

Plain text over everything. Plain text is the most resilient,
universal, timeless format ever created. It's not even created,
it is born. No matter what operating system, hardware. If it's 30 year
old or made yesterday, it can deal with it. You can write a novel,
poetry, your custom config file, journal or email. All readable,
understood and available everywhere. Nothing is hidden, everything is
right infront you waiting for your input. Every file you write in
plain text is a middle finger to digital slavery.

A home server under your bed, blinking like a heartbeat. Your data
should live in your house, not in someone else's terms of service.
Self-hosting isn't just technical. It's philosophical. You either own
your life or you lease it.

You want power? Get your hands dirty. You want freedom? Unplug from
the lie. You want simplicity? Build it.

Now you become dangerous.

The system is your instrument. Learn to play it until it sings.