I’m afraid of empty. I’m afraid of being empty; of looking empty; of finding myself in emptiness.
And yet some of the most poignant things include emptiness. The best music and art wield empty space like a secret weapon. Perfection is when nothing remains that could be taken away (Antoine de Saint-Exupery).
The value of substance exists courtesty of the reality of vacancy; of lack; of emptiness.
I’m going to trust that good can happen in the void.