Emptiness. It’s a word we’re not supposed to like. After all, it connotes being unfulfilled, lost, derelict. Its opposite, fullness, suggests purpose, happiness, contentment. These are, after all, the popular and most broadly accepted definitions of the terms.
But let’s take a moment to explore emptiness. What if emptiness were the key to our happiness? What if constantly striving to make the most of our time, faculties and mental mechanics was really driving us into a chaotic oblivion?
Progress is a useful term for explaining how we, collectively or singularly, evolve in a positive way. But seeking progress, without being mindfully anchored in this moment can result in not only an inefficient way to grow but also a turbulent path to follow.
By being empty, we accept that there is a transcending nothingness that resides simultaneously within our otherwise purposed existence. And, furthermore, that this existence is largely conditioned by the superficial conceptualization from which we construct the matrix of reality.
So, what’s the function of emptiness?
That’s the first question I asked when I began to think about this. Yes, it does seem a little ironic that we should assign a purpose to the idea that, among other things, suggests that there is no inherent purpose. But this is what we do. We conceive and perceive; we build something from the seed of nothing. For many of us, this is what gives our life substance. Why would anyone suggest that we should dispense with the ideas of conceptualization and their value for our lives? I certainly wouldn’t.
But maybe we can begin to see conceptions for what they are for; not static, immutable or extraneous to what we are but fostered by our own desire to create. And acknowledging this, we can truly value that the stuff from which everything has arrived is nothing. Perhaps we can manage to understand this and relegate all of the chaotic nonsense we contend with on a daily basis to a state of utter pointlessness. Perhaps our pasts and fears can begin to be seen as nothing besides the varied conceptions entertained by a mind anxiously and dutifully attempting to derive meaning.
Maybe…we can find solace and purpose in nothing. And from nothing, create a new something.