How ‘Nothing’ can be so powerful never ceases to amaze me. The power of the suction, you peep into it and you find nothing, the commotion of the whirlwind, the trauma, the disturbance all arising from the void begging to be filled, demanding that any and every thing be thrown at it to calm it down. How strong are the tentacles of the void as it wraps it’s phalanges around the unaware attempting to stifle life out unless it gets it’s attention, some attention, any attention. It takes a lot of inner strength and fortitude to wait out the storm of the void, that emptiness, the whirlwind. The good news is that the storm does calm, the tantrum has a time limit. It does run its course, it runs out of steam, juice finishes, battery power gets exhausted and then there is calm. But who can withstand in the day of the flurry and stand still, foot rooted, eyes closed, hands wrapped round and the mind stilled? Who can withstand the urge to grab the drug of choice, whatever it might be when the void like a whining child demands immediate gratification.
Our recourse is the awareness and knowledge that this too shall pass. The whirlwind always end, the storm always calm, the tide always recede. The wound ceases to weep one day. We will not always be agitated. If we can struggle through it and hold our mind and self steady through the tunnel of darkness and the ensuing deafening sound of hollowness we will burst out into the calm, the freedom and light of day. We will get back to the smooth ease of the journey where there are no kinks, blockages, distractions, disturbances or potholes, just a smooth easy ride until the next visit from the gripping void. Then we have to fortify our souls again as we travel very slowly through the void tunnel.
The void is the time when nothing makes sense, life taste bland, we are restless, seem to have misplaced our peace, we lack the drive to indulge in our healthy lifestyle and addiction, craziness, unhealthy behaviours, slothfulness and depression all beckons to us with wide open hands. The thrill and lustre have gone out of life and we do not find the passion to make love to life, the neurochemical of life runs still, we do not want to touch and engage with those things that use to lift our souls and that is when we must fake it till we make it. That is when we must continue to get up, dress up and show up for our own survival. That is when we must not deflect, desist, detour or stall, we keep moving and doing the good we know, we keep fanning the fire, we keep ringing the bell, we keep pulling the cord, we keep loving, we keeping doing right and good and one day, one minute, one second when we least expect the fire will re-ignite, the spark will return, the void will be gone and our lust for life will return. We will court, pursue and romance life and the joy and fulfilment of existence is our reality.
Keep doing love!
Beautiful Ivory 