Nothing Something

"It's Nothing,"

We say.

But we all know, it's never nothing, it's always "something." Some unseen or unspoken thing going on deep in the caverns of our mind. It's a 'something' that if spoken could disrupt the force. It's a 'something' that feels like it should be a 'nothing,' so it remains hidden and unseen; out of sight and out of mind. For we all know the something demands attention and change, and to be honest we are just not sure if we are ready to confront it.




I want to speak the something. The thing of meaning, the thing that stays in the back of our throat. It is the thing that keeps us up at night, the things we dream about, the things that gives us life and purpose while simultaneously causing great distress. There are a lot of 'somethings' in me, and they are dying for a voice.

With complete transparency, I confess:

This voice is not strong enough to be spoken. It lacks the courage to jump and be free, so, instead I put pen to paper (or in this case, put fingers to a keyboard), and I let the words fall out. A word after a word is power. Perhaps not in the traditional sense, but in a cosmic one. Words affect reality, and I am dying to provoke a deeper sense of beauty and wonder.

All these 'nothings' are really somethings: And they deserve a voice.

To be vulnerable is to be courteous. To be strong is to be soft. To be heard requires first the act of speaking up.

So these are my 'nothings,' and I hope they mean something to someone.

-RS