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.
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”