Living in
a world of consumerism, it magnifies
The haves
and have-nots.
The
message seems to be as cut throat as can
be.
The value
of one appears to be largely defined,
By how
much one can afford.
To those
who have little, life can have little meaning,
If one
continues to conform.
And may
even subject one to a slow death,
If one
doesn’t look beyond the things.
The world
is filled with stuff but somehow can
Still leave one feeling nothing, empty, alone and afraid.
Leaving
the sense of belonging melting,
As the
nothingness feels like
Deep
emptiness, creating a sphere of space
Widening
daily in the breaths that we take
Making us
living, but are we?
Leaving
one to further question its existence.
When we
soak up the little things, from a
Simple
walk through the forest,
It can
stir up our senses through being
In the
natural wilderness and
Drinking
from the fountain of life that gives life, not attached to things.
Perhaps
the nothings add up to something.
We may
see them as important nothings, but
Without them, life would be a struggle,
And may
not even exist.

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