an ode to emptiness
I have oft noted the way life often seems to be punctuated by emptiness. That is, if one has enough time to stand back and reflect. Indeed, isn't it the reason why most of us, who think, try to fill up our waking moments with trivial pursuits - trying to block out the ever looming question of what one's life amounts to?
There's emptiness and then there's emptiness. We often feel we know what it'll take for us to fill the emptiness in our mind, the emptiness in our heart and the emptiness in our soul. When I'm not with the woman I love, I feel her presence and love will drive out the emptiness. When I am not working, I feel returning to work will make life more meaningful. As long as we have something to work towards, our life has an illusion of meaning. But an illusion is all it is. When we achieve that goal which lends meaning to our existence and endeavours, the meaning is lost. It becomes just another part of our life, of our past. Then of course, I set myself a new goal. I tell myself my life still has meaning. But what's the ultimate goal? Wherein lies the ultimate meaning? Is it getting a good job? Is it excelling at work and getting promoted? Is it earning more money? Is it becoming the richest person on earth? Is it creating wealth? Is it working for a charity? Is it toiling in a research lab to find the cure for a killer disease? Is it toiling in a lab splitting atoms and finding more about the universe? Is it spending all your evenings in the company of your loved ones? Is it being in the arms of the person you love? Is it sex? Is it marriage? Is it excelling at your sport? Is it creating a world record?
What gives your life meaning? Does it really?
I find my life having a constant measure of emptiness. I find myself always looking beyond the current achievement, beyond the current goal. And I see the void looming beyond. What's the reason for the emptiness? Is it the need to feel that I am not put here on this earth to measure out a span of time... that there's a deeper purpose? What is that purpose? Will I ever find it? Doubtful. Will I go on trying? Definitely. Will I go on failing? Likely.
There's emptiness and then there's emptiness. We often feel we know what it'll take for us to fill the emptiness in our mind, the emptiness in our heart and the emptiness in our soul. When I'm not with the woman I love, I feel her presence and love will drive out the emptiness. When I am not working, I feel returning to work will make life more meaningful. As long as we have something to work towards, our life has an illusion of meaning. But an illusion is all it is. When we achieve that goal which lends meaning to our existence and endeavours, the meaning is lost. It becomes just another part of our life, of our past. Then of course, I set myself a new goal. I tell myself my life still has meaning. But what's the ultimate goal? Wherein lies the ultimate meaning? Is it getting a good job? Is it excelling at work and getting promoted? Is it earning more money? Is it becoming the richest person on earth? Is it creating wealth? Is it working for a charity? Is it toiling in a research lab to find the cure for a killer disease? Is it toiling in a lab splitting atoms and finding more about the universe? Is it spending all your evenings in the company of your loved ones? Is it being in the arms of the person you love? Is it sex? Is it marriage? Is it excelling at your sport? Is it creating a world record?
What gives your life meaning? Does it really?
I find my life having a constant measure of emptiness. I find myself always looking beyond the current achievement, beyond the current goal. And I see the void looming beyond. What's the reason for the emptiness? Is it the need to feel that I am not put here on this earth to measure out a span of time... that there's a deeper purpose? What is that purpose? Will I ever find it? Doubtful. Will I go on trying? Definitely. Will I go on failing? Likely.