Several weeks back I made a decision to try and simplify and minimize my life. As part of that process, I began purging and streamlining my apartment, through which I ended up taking down all the pictures (and everything else) that I had hung up on my walls.
Today, I was sitting here looking at the bare walls and thinking that many might find it boring or uninteresting. But, is it so wrong to have some place to let our eyes and, along with them, our psyches rest for a bit? Our senses are assailed all throughout our days. The sounds of car radios blasting as they pass by. The blinking of traffic lights, or the flickering of the television. The smell of traffic in the morning. All the things we have to do racing through our minds as our day passes by.
The din of our daily lives can be overwhelming.
So, why not take a break from it and find a place of solace where we can let ourselves just be? We have holes in our minds, our souls, and our hearts, so why not give our shells a hole to rest in as well? Perhaps we’ll learn that what we thought were holes, or the abyss, were really parts of ourselves we never knew existed. Perhaps we’ll discover new things in the world around us that we can use to fill those holes. Maybe we’ll even learn that who we really are is more made up of what isn’t in our souls than what is. That our true composition is of those holes.
No matter what else I do or do not discover, I have found peace there. That’s good enough for me.