What is nothing?
When someone asks me what I’m doing, I tend to answer “Nothing”. But in reality I am constantly doing something. I am breathing, sitting, standing, looking, moving. If I stopped breathing I’d be dead, but at that point I wouldn’t say that I am doing nothing, because the matter of fact is that I’m still lying there. I’m still occupying space. But does that mean that the empty space between here and there is nothing? My science classes have informed me otherwise. All these microscopic particles are floating around, filling up this nothingness.
In a way, isn’t the glass completely full? Just half of it is filled with a liquid and the other half filled with a mixture of gases. Would that mean that there is “nothing” if everything in this world is full? And if nothing does not exist, then is nothing, nothing?
If? How? What? Why? When?
I am constantly stuck in this world of If. Where anything goes and everything works. As I wonder in the world of if, my mind takes me to another dimension, separated by only a thought, to the world of How. And as I keep on thinking, on this endless journey, I reach the world worlds of Why, What and When. I am lost in these worlds, wondering aimlessly, until there are no more what ifs?
