The Void

 In the essence of everything, people try to live as though they try to complete something that is already been created to be a void.


As the people try to rush on things in regards to christmas, i noticed how people kept talking with each other. They find comfort in some words from friends, family, or even some random people. They try to fill this gap of emptiness. The void that tends to absorb their whole being, their entirety of who they are. They just kept on looking, looking at something that they might possess or perhaps, some things that they will never be.


As they try to find it, they stumble and fall and find another thing after another. Collecting and collecting and collecting just to fill that void. That big hole they try to cover. That hole that is always present yet intentionally not to be seen. That hole that may define the entirety of the reason on why they exist. That whole that always point to something that they will not eventually fill. 


As they gaze to some things that might fill this emptiness, they try to cover it with anything they find along their journey. Recognitions, beauty, power, fame, influence, friendship, and all those stuff that make a person different than the rest of the crowd. The thing that will help them stand out. 


Yet, no one knows what that is. Maybe for some people it was the family that holds them together, friendship that sticks more than their own kin, or perhaps a love that may last for a lifetime. Some do want power, influence, fame, money, or perhaps more than those. 


Yet, until now, nobody knew what are they supposed to live. The main reason on why they still want to fill that void. That void of nothingness. 


Until now, personally, i do not even know why I exist in this world. People try to fill me with their own thoughts of reasons like love, friendship, and family. But anyhow, how much I try to fill this void in my heart, I cannot substantiate the main reason or purpose on why am I here in this world. And I believe, there is something more in this life I live. 


Are you also questioning the very essence on why you are here? Perhaps, the only thing that can answer that is the One who created it. Maybe, it is God. Who knows?


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Anonymous said…
I hope a lot of people will read this piece 😊
Thank you so much for appreciating 😊

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