Lost in the Vast Emptiness of Life
Emptiness
My soul is tired of everything — to want to be loved, cared for, feel important — none of them I have. Some things cannot be bought. Maybe everything is beautiful in a fairy tale, but this is not some magical imaginary world. This is a harsh world where good things are rare.
I don’t know how things work. By luck? Or by chance? I want to go far away from this harsh world. I want to embrace myself with love, go away from people who are not meant for me, who don’t belong to my journey. But there is discomfort when you have been in this suffering for a long time in your life. You kind of start to enjoy your pain. You don’t know how to be normal again. You are scared of getting away from it. You don’t know if you will survive without that pain. It’s a delusional phase of life, but the only way to get out of this misery is to let go, no matter how hard it is.
- Why are you sad? I don’t know.
- Why is everyone running for nothing? I don’t know.
- Is life that hard? I don’t know. I haven’t experienced that much.
- Are humans a good species? Some are good, but nowadays, it’s rare.
- Are they happy? I don’t know.
- Are you interested in anything? Not really.
In this life, most people are only running toward catching shallow things. Once they get what they were striving for, they are no longer interested in it. They start looking for something else that will quench their transient happiness.
Happiness is always found in small things. If we could look closely at our lives, we would find little magic that happens every day in our daily routines. It’s hard to notice any change within oneself when you are living your life in the same pattern you always have.
We don’t look for happiness anymore. We want fame, reputation, power, and wealth. We want to control things. We want to create a false, imaginary, good reputation for ourselves that doesn’t exist. We portray a good, decent, naïve image of ourselves that is not our true, authentic self.
We lose our true selves while running for shallow things — lying, killing our naivety, and burying ourselves in the emptiness of life’s cycle.
- We don’t know where we are going
- We don’t own anything here
- This is not our home
- Yet sometimes, it feels so warm with love
- We are lost in this vast emptiness of life

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