A letter to the void.

Void

Anne Frank once said, “Paper has more patience than people.” This quote often lingers in my mind. It led me to ponder: if you could transform into anything, what would it be? Scrolling through the internet, I found amusing answers, people wishing to become their favorite celebrities, pets, plants, or, in one peculiar case, a loaf of bread. Perhaps they saw unique value in those forms.

When I asked the question to myself, my answer surprised me. I would become the void.Yes, the void. An intangible emptiness. The unseen air. I would exist everywhere, silently embracing moments of joy, laughter, and grief. I wouldn’t act or intervene, but as the void, I could be a space where people freely unburden their emotions, a quiet refuge for their innermost thoughts.

And yet, I often wonder: if someone transformed into the air and heard my stories, would they understand me? Perhaps they would call me mad, as others do. But then again, perhaps I am. 

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  1. PujaDecember 26, 2024 at 6:39 AM

    the blog is beautiful. continue what you love to do, you inspire me a lot <3

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