Feeling Empty? Redefining Blank Space in Time and in Existence

Something I’ve been wondering almost every day now

When you hear that drip drop, of a leaky faucet,

or when even that is absent save for an empty ringing of silence in your ears.

When the time stands still, and you stand still, as if all has stopped,

as if there’s no rush to be anywhere nor a past to be fixed.

When your eyes glaze over and your shoulders drop, and you just exist for a second in the current moment.

Is it emptiness? Or can there be meaning even in absence of activities, doing, making, producing that we’re pushed towards every day?

Tagging: Raffaella Ferretti | Pierre Trudel | Danielle Gibson | Isha Tewari Srivastava | Lopes Charmingman and anyone else interested in today’s prompt: Pick a word that usually has a negative connotation and write about its purpose, its meaning, and why it might be perceived as as good thing.

Can’t wait to house some of these in The Brain is a Noodle! 🧠🍜

Lucy (The Eggcademic) [she/her] has been thinking about this a lot, and chatting about it with her friends lately. So much of our early lives were spent in school, being productive in finishing homework and doing extracurriculars to beef up that resume for college. Then we went to college and did the same thing. Then we did post-grad, and we’re still doing the same thing. What’s next? What are we working towards? It reminds me that I’m not reaching an end goal, that life returns in seasons rather than milestones and chapters to be conquered. So take a hot second. Take a break. Read this hilarious poem by Paroma Sen. Make yourself tea. You deserve to live beyond whether you “produce things” non-stop.