Many people find me a loving and kind man. Some feel that I am a psychosomatic-addict-insane man. Some find the devil in me. And some don’t find me at all.
Different people see me different as per their filling i.e. what they have inside them. If they’re full of shit, they see shit in me. If they’re full of love, they see love in me. I think it’s an inside job. The outside is all empty.
I believe that emptiness is directly related to love. But what is emptiness?
As per my little-half knowledge, being empty doesn’t mean that you have air inside the skin or your brain is empty; like me. But it means to be empty of false ego and narcissism. It means to be empty of the false idea that we’re isolated and not connected to the entire universe. It also means to be empty of the seven sins; to the best extent possible.
Emptiness is a mode of perception, a way of looking at an experience.
It adds nothing to and takes nothing away from, the raw data of physical and mental events. You look at events in the mind and the senses with no thought of whether there’s anything lying behind them. This mode is called emptiness because it’s empty of the presuppositions we usually add to experience in order to make sense of it—the stories and worldviews we manufacture to explain who we are and the world we live in.
Where there is emptiness, there is so expectations and assumptions, so there’s no fear.
Emptiness is the central insight of Buddhism and what makes it unique among belief systems. According to this belief system, neither we, nor other beings, nor any phenomenon in the universe, has a permanent, separate, and independent core, soul, or identity. Another way to look at it is interdependence: all relative phenomena are purely the product of external causes.
There is emptiness in the beginning of love. There is emptiness in the end of love. There was emptiness before creation of the universe. There will be emptiness after destruction of the universe.
I always choose to be empty; most of the time. It’s my philosophy of being truly happy and at peace. I am filled with this love, the love made up of emptiness—no false ego, no living in isolation—because love is the beginning and love is the end. Love is energy and love is energetic. Love is humanity and love is the almighty.
I am glad I have, almost, become empty in life. And there was some weight because of this secret but now, I have emptied that in from of you. I am so empty, I am so in love.
And who knows whether emptiness is really not empty? What if it’s full of everything?