• If you find yourself doing nothing, tell yourself that that statement is a lie.
    You're breathing aren't you?
    Blinking ?
    Thinking?
    Waiting?
    For what we never know, not until it hits us smack dab in the middle of our face, and even then we may not realize it. Inspiration, perhaps?
    Love, even.
    Maybe we're simply waiting for nothing.
    That absoute nothingness that comes from absolute death.
    But even then, in death, we are waiting for something.
    We probably won't even know it, but our body would just be sitting, waiting, watching for when it is their time to decay; briniging us ever closer to that moment when we become but dust.
    And are then doing...
    Nothing.
    Because we are nothing.
    And only then will we finally stop waiting.
    And watching.
    And thinking.
    And blinking.
    And loving too, now that I think about it.
    Maybe we're even able to love after the 'absolute nothing.'
    Perhaps, that one true emotion, when we find it ( or it finds us) stays with every fiber of our being until time stops.
    That finality is a frightening thought, isn't it?
    That one day we just won't wake up.
    Never to think.
    Or breathe.
    Or just live our lives so freely as we usually do.
    While waiting for nothing and everything at the same time.
    But doing everything.