People often say there are no such things as “thinking of nothing,” because even if you’re thinking of nothing, you’re still thinking of something. Yet, for the first time yesterday, I’ve realized there are such things as inner nothingness.
As I took my evening walk around the neighborhood before the early sunset, my thoughts were consumed with this nothingness. My mellow soundtracks softly played. With each reverberating footsteps I made, the street lights illuminated the path which I’ve came to cross. While gleaming widely, children are holding onto their mother’s hands. Couples strolling side by side, lights turning green, cars swift by… This is what I see, this present moment, my existence abroad; yet with all the emotions that I feel inside, my mind is consumed with this inner nothingness.
Although I’m in my own company at the moment , I’m not sad nor lonely; rather, my heart is only filled with complacency and serenity. Perhaps when I say I’m thinking of nothing, I am still thinking of something- that something leads me to feel how I feel in the moment. The music goes on…