And we choose the void fillers.
At times it’s love, companionship, children, family.
Some choose adrenaline, others religion.
Food can comfort some, anger, rage and guilt for others.
Art, expressed through the body, mind or spirit is as fitting a filler as can be.
I chose it all except for drugs and alcohol, but I don’t think I wouldn’t have written any differently, lived any differently, loved any differently, fought any differently, nor do I pass judgement on those who couldn’t find another way, whatever they choose.
I’ve hearkened to the darkness of being alone with it far too long to discount someone else’s hole.
But irony is that the hole is needed. There is nothing that can fill it. It’s there to keep pouring things into, beauty into, life into. To keep finding something to contribute to and throw it into it. The nomenclature of our generation has been hijacked by irresponsible and inexperienced liars, sometimes naive, mostly materialistic liars.
The reality is, it’s not a hole, it’s the inside of you that needs goodness, love, kindness and poetry, it needs music and fierceness. It needs a passion crackling at times and rain to quell it at others.
These are normal things, balanced.…things.
The uncertainty of being able to live up to its need is the driving catalyst.
You cannot loathe that hole, you cannot fill it ever, all you can do is keep inspired and keep creating.
Keep generating energy even though they tell you it cannot be created nor destroyed, fine then, transmute it. But do something.
There’s no dark hole,
there’s no void you have to fill.
To imply so is falling prey to a lie,
a lie that tells you that you need stuff,
to satiate that void,
and it’s all just stuff.
-Wesam El dahabi