Wrestling with Emptiness

I’m finding that I have a very complex relationship with emptiness. It’s an important, and inescapable, concept; yet, like many profound things, it’s subtle. I’ve found 2 types of emptiness: the vacuum, and openness. They aren’t easy to distinguish, and I’m frankly not sure which one is more intimidating. The vacuum is laziness, selfishness; it is drifting, letting one’s self slide along the path of least resistance. It feels good to coast for a while, but eventually I find myself being swallowed up in this nothingness.

The Nothing
The Nothing” from The Neverending Story was actually a wonderful metaphor for the vacuum.

This emptiness is abject passivity, because it’s easy. It takes no struggle, requires no action on my part. Just maintain. Continue reading “Wrestling with Emptiness”