For Charles Darwin, he had his very own and very complex dilemma. And it took him a hot second to figure it out. He didn’t appreciate the drama around it though I’m sure he enjoyed the good scientific conversation it stirred up. At one point, it was answered and it was an even simpler conclusion for him: the gunflint microbiota was the answer the frustration of the sudden explosion of visible life on earth.

I don’t know for sure, but I think that there is some part in all of us that enjoys being problematic. That’s an issue in itself. To think that Darwin had the solution to his issue right under his nose the entire time —in fact, a time that preceded him entirely. It actually wasn’t even a problem. It became a problem when he made it a problem.

Which is something we totally do. No, our superficial issues are not as intellectually stimulating as basic biology, but it’s our basic inner biology that strives and feeds on the notions of making things more difficult than they need to be.

That’s the basis of 90% of all of our stress. The over-complexity of the simplistic issues. The overthinking that we’ve built a foundation upon.

Which then makes me question whether or not we even want to fix the problems we are faced with if we keep making them bigger than they need to be.

As I sit slurping on my half melted smoothie bowl in the living room of my apartment, I’ve realized I, too, have soaked up being problematic by suffocating the smallest of problems. Because I let the problem suffocate me.

This could be a result of societal’s self-diagnosis for anxiety, but also that we sink underneath the pressure of instant gratification at a young age and stress that if we haven’t solved all of our problems by 25 then we’re failures completely.

But that’s another social issue for another day.

Maybe we’re chasing one problem for another, or perhaps we’re procrastinating our problems.

And then again maybe we aren’t supposed to have all the answers. This is a beautiful mantra to have —but then we need some sort of closure to officially end whatever has caused us anguish.

At any rate, if you’re the current sufferer of a big issue or a hundred small unfortunate events then let it be known that even if when it rains it may pour that there will always be your gunflint microbiota to whatever issue. And that could be a totally poor example of something that is supposed to be enlightening, but in some weird way, that explanation gives me some sort of odd solace.

So it is totally possible that we don't "love" the drama of our lives, but somewhere along the line, I think that we find comfort in it.

It could be time for us to start finding that comfort somewhere else.