Filling Space

What we do isn't to live. It's just for us to survive, to fill up a number of decades that make up our lives with events, occurrences, actions, decisions. What we're really doing is filling up space. We may not know what we're doing or just how, but in the end, we're just existing through the time that flows. We're letting the current sweep us up and carry us along.

After all, what else can we do? Sometimes it seems that life is merely about trying to just stay afloat. Everything we do is about keeping out heads above the water. While the current carries us forward to the future, we try to have some amount of control over it, over ourselves. Our entire lives are a matter of trying to manipulate time and space to serve our purpose. This is how we get by. This is what we do to make the thing called living seem worthwhile.

We try to make things "work out" as we call it. We hope to reach a level that will put us one step above tolerable at pleasant in order to find some form of meaning in it all. But what we sometimes manage to forget is that if we didn't know what pain was, we wouldn't be able to feel joy. If it wasn't for depression, we would have no sense of ecstasy. We need both ends of the spectrum. And living that way is not easy.

But it's all we've got. We have the several decades that we are given to make the most of, and we have ourselves. That's all. So this is how we try to make it work. This is how we try to come to terms with it. This is how we deal. We take what we're given and try to spin it in circles and weave complex webs out of it to catch us if we fall. What if it's not the best way to do it though? What if all we really need to make it work is hold on to that string and trust that it will hold by itself. What if we don't really need to fill all of that empty space?