I've always known that there was an empty space in me... or in my life. I knew that it was an empty space, but it never really mattered. That empty space was just a part of who I was. Although I was well aware that that empty space was there, I never felt as though I was missing something. It wasn't until I became the empty space, that the edges of that empty space frayed, blurring the lines between life, existence and nothingness.
"We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want." (Lao Tzu)