Void

How does it feel to worship in a temple devoid of divine presence? How does it feel to pledge oneself to a shrine, which is no shrine at all? How does it feel to give someone something you cherish and find it by the wayside, someday? What if he has lost it? How does it feel to part with something forever? How does it feel to witness the mistreatment of something treasured? Why does life choose to educate in the toughest of all ways that could hurt one more than ever? Maybe because then one never forgets. The worst mistake people make is running after vacant packages. Sometimes, there might be something in the package, but look again – it might be meant for a different address. It hurts! It hurts more for the expectation was there, and then suddenly you are left with nothing-nothing at all. And then you understand the meaning of “VOID”.

Void can also be understood when someone leaves you. He may be miles apart but still the presence can be felt like a silent bulwark that supports your very existence. But then again someone might be there right beside you holding your hand, but may not be there “for you” at all. Then you feel the void. You might still be the loneliest person in a room full of people. It hurts – it hurts far too much to actually cry. The realization leaves one stunned like a stone. That is void when you suddenly find, what you always took to be yours is not yours anymore (or maybe hasn’t ever been). Void leaves you confused and desperate when you grope to find the truth, the meaning of existence that you knew to be true! All rules and laws of life that you abided by seem fallacious and there is no meaning at all. But then you know that there IS- there HAS TO BE a meaning. For without it the world would be an illusion. But it is not- it has an existence and it is physical. Everybody is real, the existence is real. The thought of “myself” is also real to you. Then you know you have to find orientation- with or without that part of your life, which is now, a void! Then you realize, like a spark that stimulates you that the feeling of void is not as overpowering as you thought it was. There is still the power to go on. A latent force that could cause havoc, when unleashed properly. Then there is a resurgence of confidence and you adapt.

However the void still remains. You learn to live with it, to adjust accordingly. It leaves you bitter towards that part where you don’t even want to explore. Yet you find yourself drawn like a magnet towards it, in the hours of lonely reminisces. A reverie leads you to imagine what it could have been- if that part of life was not a void. It has left you incomplete. Just like even a subtracted value of .00001 leaves 1 incomplete. You sigh, years have passed, but it still hurts. So is the void really gone? It lingers on hauntingly and you still think whether it REALLY IS overpowering. But you survived.

THINK ABOUT IT.