Why do I perceive emptiness to be a negative experience? Can’t emptiness be beautiful? In the absence of things, do I not have the space to experience myself more?
Oh mind, I know busyness and activity and being with people makes you feel safe, but is 'safe' really all we’re aiming for?
Perhaps we could reach higher, maybe we can stretch ourselves to strive for something greater than our own protection...?
If you pause for a moment dear little mind, and allow this feeling of emptiness to fill you up, you will find you are capable of SO much more. You will feel in the hollowness of your bones that peace is not found in “things” but in the breath between things...