The Emptiness
There is a certain kind of inner emptiness — a gaping void that cannot be filled with anything. A void that, like a black hole, swallows everything.
It has its own distinct, vivid personality. It has a right to exist. It has a right to speak.
You can’t run from it. You can’t live a life without eventually encountering it.
For a child, it may be the loss of a beloved toy — something they must go through.
For an adult, it may be the loss of a loved one.
It may be the loss of wealth. Or the loss of oneself. That void — it's a peculiar feeling we don't want to feel.
One we wish to run from, but can’t. One we wish to fight, but we don’t know how.
We’d like to talk about it, but no one would truly understand.
Even with someone’s support — that void remains. We must learn to look at it. To see it for what it is.
To understand what led us there. And to give it time, so we can learn how to live with it.
This is my personal perspective.
That void is with me. It is the void of losing someone close. It is the void of ending a relationship.
It's not about the loss itself — because there is so much beauty here.
But the void is a feeling that must be given its rightful place, so it can make room for something new.
That’s how I see it. That’s how I feel it. I’m writing this for myself, and for anyone who feels the same.
Who has felt it — or may feel it one day.
One day this text might serve them. Whoever you are, reading this — if it resonates, know you’re not alone.
Know that you must reach out to yourself and make friends with that emptiness.
It will leave — just as it once arrived.
This is not about blaming yourself for mistakes. It’s not about blaming anyone.
It’s about accepting that some decisions simply cannot be undone.
Some things have already happened. And we’re talking here about a situation in which the emptiness is already present — no matter what caused it.
It may bring us to tears. It may stir confusion, — a deep unmistakable bitterness.
And yet, it should never define who we become in that moment.
How we are for the world, for our loved ones. No — this is ours. Internal. Personal.
This is our inner color, one we cannot name.
A color that likely has no name at all. It sounds abstract, but it’s meant to — to illustrate a certain human experience that we deeply feel yet don’t quite know how to handle.
My answer? Do nothing. Let it be. Offer it a little space — space it doesn’t ask for but rather demands.
Because it is a void like an abyss, pulling everything inward. A gaping hole.
For some, it may be black. For others, grey.
It may hold an entire spectrum of colors. But we know — deep in our hearts — when that void appears.
And we recognize it easily, because it never asks for permission.
It simply arrives. And just as it came, dear reader, know this — it will go.
There are emotions, in the journey of building our emotional intelligence, that we must get to know.
We must shake hands with them as we meet — so that one day we may do the same when we part.
And we might even say, “See you again, someday.”
It is also a void that’s independent of wealth, country of origin, upbringing, family, or any background that has shaped our personality.
It is a void that can come to anyone — one that can settle in and stay for an undefined period of time.
It could be a day, a month, or even a year.
Still — the void, as a companion. It comes uninvited, and we part ways just as silently.
But without regret, without sorrow. With joy? Yes. With wisdom? Absolutely.
A void like a wildfire — one that cannot be extinguished.
It must burn through what it came to burn, leaving behind a mark, a memory, a kind of scar.
A emptiness you cannot see. One that shows no sign from the outside.
One that lives deep, buried within our being.
Let’s allow ourselves to feel weak in the face of certain emotions.
Let’s not fight back using the worn-out patterns of strength or denial.
Let’s name what we feel and treat ourselves with compassion —so that from what seems like weakness,
we may once again build the next level of inner strength.
