Once I heard a man say, “Nothing is everything and everything is nothing.” The mutterings of a madman is undoubtedly the immediate consensus. But if one looks deeper, underneath the flaps of prejudice, there is a certain wisdom and understanding of the universe manifested within these simple words. The notion that our lives are so tiny and miniscule that, in perspective, any petty issues we have mean absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things. We are a wild creature, led off course again and again by the mammoth planes of our emotion that we sometimes seem to get swallowed whole by our circumstances. But in retrospect, those who look upon past, deemed, dreadful situations with a new standpoint often find that all they were lacking was a dose of perspective and a pinch of wisdom to improve things.
Yet there are those that view the world in quite a different light than what is considered norm. There are some that find so much life, vigor, and inspiration in things so often overlooked; a sigh from a sleeping baby, a small utterance of love, the play of light over a translucent surface. They watch life happen in the most unexpected places, unfolding from their imaginations. A faction of idealists, optimists. Those that do not want to be swallowed whole, those that wish to be a part of the breath of life, captured in the thrill of the nothing.
This has become one of my favorite paradoxes.
(Short story rough draft Thursday... Sunday at the absolute latest)
Another paradox of life that I noticed is that uncertainty IS the only constant in the equation of Life.
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