Void. Vacuum. Unfilled and unoccupied space.
Plenty of them, within and without.
So we fear its vastness.
We try to fill it up with stuff.
In the process, making ourselves mini-gods.
Co-creators of space-filling. Bed, bath and beyond.
Then give them away to Goodwill to make room for more empty space.
Everyone got problems with fitting everything into a suitcase before each trip.
If you leave me now, you take away the biggest part of me.
That “part of me” is abstract and intangible.
But real nonetheless.
So we have commitment. We honor faithfulness and loyalty. not betrayal.
We extol unseen virtues, unspoken agreement between two people.
That thing called love, duty and honor.
Old school.
But we search for it all our life.
Business world says “screw it”.
Real world says “search for it”.
Which is which?
Lonely at the top.
The dying and fading King.
Kingdom in disarray.
Gates wide open for invaders and looters.
Who is going to stand by you in the hour of need?
Empty space. God-shaped vacuum.
Time flows one way into infinity.
Space is just out there, with Earth older than previously thought.
Space is also inside each of us. All empty.
Until it is filled with joy and laughters. Of children’s nagging and giggling.
It’s not about occupying space.
It’s about validating existing one, granted in each of us. Inalienable if you will.
The right to exist, to breathe, to figure it all out for one’s self.
Business says “screw it, let’s do it” (Branson)
Church says “save it in the name of our Lord“.
Life says “you are to hold on to it, since it is going around only once”.
That empty space, regardless being occupied with Gucci or Goodwill, is all we’ve got.
Love, hate and fear. All share that same empty and inner space, called Self.
Thang Nguyen 555 