I am empty but not in a bad way. I don’t need to be anyone or anywhere anymore, I don’t have goals or projects, I still wonder about purpose occasionally but I accepted not knowing.

I is the source of my suffering. No I – no problem. And so I float on the thin film of an illusion that we call reality.

Who am I? I don’t know. A consciousness fractal? A ripple in atomic energy grid? A 3 dimensional hologram created by my mind? I am not joyfully empty yet, I am still filled with fears and anxiety, but I am more here and more now and it feels like bliss. I did not realise that emptiness is bliss. Emptiness is the safe haven, it is the final peace destination. I feel at home in it.

What am I doing here? I have no idea. I like to believe that I am here for something. It is not to do or be anything. The only goals I have are peace, calm and love. The only dreams I have is what I see at night. I feel like an observer. I am creating the reality. It is dancing in my mind. I close my eyes and I am nothing. When the dance of form stops, I am emptiness again.

I let my destiny manifest and if nothing manifests, then this is my destiny. I welcome the silence. Joy, it is full of joy. Peace over happiness, calm over wisdom, emptiness over purpose. And love. Pure love. And then I forget again.