What else is there?

What really is there to our lives? What constructs us, forms us, makes us who we are? How are we defined? Are we defined through what we do, or what we feel? How others see us, or how we see ourselves? Do the things we have and the lives we lead, our aspirations and our achievements, really give us meaning? Or is this just another layer away from our true humanity?

Our lives are spent trying to find meaning. We battle with the constantly brushed-aside fear that there is no such meaning to be found. We carry on, leaving that question unanswered, but with it nagging at us whenever we lapse into reflection.

We try and create meaning. But what is more meaningful than the sheer fact of being alive?

We fear there is no meaning. We look around the blank space of our empty lives and find no answer to the question that hangs on to us — always judging ourselves against it, always finding nothing more than dissatisfaction with what is and turning what will be into some false ideal.

Our response is always to fill that blank space, to block out that emptiness. Clogging it up with clutter and worthless items; building walls so we can’t see out, piles and piles of stuff so that the heavens are nothing more than light pollution and the stars — are they stars, or the lights of planes overhead?

This is the answer we want to see: that there is more to being alive than the fact of it. And so life passes us by like the daytime — the sun rises and the sun sets on this helpless wresting and we find nothing.

All these things we have created are but fleeting. These walls? These windows? The bricks and stone and plastic and glass and metal? Everything is a cycle. Everything breaks down and dissolves. But in nature things grow back.

We see people die, and we see ourselves rapidly approaching the same empty fate — too quickly, too short a time to make anything of it. We abhor our nature. We pretend we are more than we were made to be. We rebel against our bonds, but this is their strength. And yet we cannot see beyond the walls we have made, which lock us in. The space we have filled has become nothing more than a façade. Plastic and fake; landfill.

And so we seem fated to breathe an unsatisfied last. All that we attempted to create, to fashion from the emptiness — lost and forgotten, blown away by the breath of time, which recognises no meaning.

To fill an empty space is to lose its very definition. Maybe our lives are empty and have no meaning. But we are alive. And that is all that we need to be. Clear away the fantasies and expectations, the clutter, the detritus of our years on this planet, and see what’s really there. Look around and look through. Feel yourself, feel everything. Hear everything.


It is the essence of beauty. And it is terrifying. But it is real. Feel your heart beat to the rhythm of it. Feel your soul breathe in the endlessness, a liberation.

Your mind fills the space it is given. In the spareness of your life, find yourself. Give your mind some room. And be happy.


3 thoughts on “What else is there?

  1. When I arrived to “nothingness”, I had chills. LOVE your post. I relate to it 100%. Though instead of filling the emptiness with the mind, I would say that we should fill it with more life, because once you are empty, everything can take its place within you and yet not stay there permanently. Once you are empty you embrace every possibility that life brings you, but you don’t stick to it, you let it go if it’s necessary.

    Anyway, I liked your post very much. Thank you for sharing!!


    • The point being that we can empty ourselves and then selectively fill ourselves up again with all that we really need. I’m massively relieved you even read this. It’s just a concept though, as is, I guess, minimalism itself. Scary shit, true minimalism. Which is why this is just a concept, something I think I could never achieve fully.

      • Well, Buddhism talks about this, and it’s “goal” is to realize that we are empty. That’s the Nirvana, and it can be achieved. It can be scary but it can also take you to enlightenment. It’s up to us to choose. 🙂


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