Why are we such tortured human beings…?

Meditation is really very simple. We complicate it. We weave a web of
ideas round it—what it is and what it is not. But it is none of these
things. Because it is so very simple it escapes us, because our minds
are so complicated, so time-worn and time-based. And this mind
dictates the activity of the heart, and then the trouble begins. But
meditation comes naturally, with extraordinary ease, when you walk on
the sand or look out of your window or see those marvellous hills
burnt by last summer's sun. Why are we such tortured human beings,
with tears in our eyes and false laughter on our lips? If you could
walk alone among those hills or in the woods or along the long, white,
bleached sands, in that solitude you would know what meditation is.
The ecstasy of solitude comes when you are not frightened to be alone
no longer belonging to the world or attached to anything. Then, like
that dawn that came up this morning, it comes silently, and makes a
golden path in the
very stillness, which was at the beginning, which is now, and which
will be always there.

Meditations - 1969 - JKrishnamurti.org