I sit on a seawall today. My legs dangle over the edge, my palms rest back gently holding me upright. The sun warms my heart, and the ocean speaks to my soul. In front of me lies a simple horizon line formed by two expansions of blue hue. Behind me lies obstructions- buildings, vehicles, stop-lights, and ceaseless task taking.
As I scan my surroundings, turning my head slowly left and then right, I realize every person has their back turned on the construction of modern civilization, and is aimlessly gazing into pure “nothingness.” There are no material goods before us, yet it captivates our attention for hours upon hours. Perhaps it connects us to what we really are- nature. It calmly empties us from the false realities we have spent years creating, and gently fills us with the purity that awaits just beyond the concrete jungle.
I spin myself slowly around to view what my back side was facing. I notice the chatter in my mind picking up as I stare at the busyness. Then I turn again to face the ocean, and my mind calms. It seems, unwillingly, my mind reflects that of which I see, or that of which I see is a reflection of my mind…
Ceased in amazement, it hits me- “nothingness,” the simplistic purity, is everything… and that “everything,” is merely a false reality that we as humans have molded. Both can be honored and appreciated, as long as we do not get lost in which is which.