Big. Empty. Nothing

Understanding our mortality is reckoning with the fact that time will come when all that we hold dear would amount to an empty nothingness at life’s end.

For the past 5 years, I have been gradually immersed in this empty nothingness at home.

And now we start another year again in the shadow of this big empty nothingness.

We are only on our third day of 2022 and it’s beginning to feel like prospects are no better than the previous year.

I am tired and lonely staring, living and breathing the air within this big empty nothingness.

Each passing day is a difficult act of waking up to a new day with nothing to look forward to.

I don’t know how long I can last.