Evening things out

There is nothing worth getting upset about.
There is nothing I can control.
There is nothing at the end and center of
all things.

I must seek apathy to deter emotional sensitivity.
I must expect nothing to avoid disappointment.
I must seek no human for solace or support,
for I know in advance they will fail me.

No amount of knowledge can educate me to the
ways of the world. No passion can undo real
obstacles.

Talking and explaining and studying and understanding
and exploring and loving and laughing are all
nothing. Time fillers, waste of space, distractions.

Nothing is the only constant we have.

Where the fault lies

I believe in Nothing

not because

I think my mind

superior.

Quite the opposite.

I believe in Nothing

because

I can't trust

my mind

to believe anything

it perceives or

conceives.