Complexity v Simplicity

Right, so here I am again, facing what was a blank page. I want to say something poignant and meaningful and yet all I have is a jumble.
Complexity is only of the ego. Small me that does not really exist. So this complexity I am experiencing is truly an illusion.
Simplicity is truth. What more can be said.
So there is nothing I can do with complexity. It is similar to a knotted ball of string where you pull on one bit and it gets worse. If I try and sort it out I am I am working on the problem with the problem. What hope is there of getting anywhere? (A voice in my head screams "I know all this") Obviously I do not, otherwise I would not be getting myself into this state.
I am sensing how automated this process of creating problems is. All the work I have done on myself over all these years has at best given me small glimpses of the space that exists without all this stuff. Yet in a way it makes it worse. As a friend said the other day, that it just seems to make being here all the more painful. It is. Having the knowledge of the unreality of this world does seem to get in the way of being here. Yet I know that is not the way it needs to be. After all the feedback we get from people living in truth or at least a large degree of it; seems to be that they can take all this less seriously. All that appears to be happening to me is that it is getting harder work.
This is my choice. As ACIM says all this is down to us making just one decision. That is deciding that the one tiny made idea - that we could be separate from God - could be true. All decisions are based on that on. So the complexity is my decision and I can choose differently now. It is denying the realty that I appear to have chosen. Letting go and putting my trust and faith in .......... the void. I am feeling the resistance to the letting go. What I keep failing to remember is that the resistance is not real. The way it feels to me, is a great potential loss.
This prompts a big question, what am I loosing if this does not exist? The immediate answer is ME. This me is a mental construct that consists of lots of labels. So it is just an idea, a thought, nothing so real and tangible as what I can experience when they are all dropped.
Immediatly I am greeted with the thought "What do I do with this?" Answer ..... nothing. Somewhere I find it in me to decide on the voice for God, Truth. Everytime, moment by moment. When realise I am not, then I forgive myself.