My heart feels hollow, like a void that no amount of love can fill. I try to fill it with laughter, with good company, with experiences that should bring me joy, but nothing seems to be enough.
It's like I'm constantly searching for something that I can't even put into words. I feel restless, always on the move, always wondering if the next adventure will finally bring me the happiness I crave.
But the truth is, I'm not sure if I'll ever find what I'm looking for. It's like I'm chasing a dream that doesn't even exist. I want so badly to feel whole, but the more I try to fill my heart, the more hollow it feels.
I try to remind myself that maybe it's okay to not have everything figured out. Maybe it's okay to have an emptiness that can't be filled. Maybe this is just a part of the human experience. But it's hard to accept and it's hard to live with.
Sometimes, I sit in silence and let myself feel the emptiness. I don't try to fill it. I don't try to distract myself from it. I just acknowledge it and let it be. And in those moments, I find a kind of peace.
I don't know if this emptiness will ever go away. Maybe it's something I'll always carry with me. But I hope that one day, I'll find a way to love it. To see it as a part of who I am, and not something that needs to be fixed or filled.
For now, I'll keep searching for happiness. I'll keep trying to fill my heart. But I'll also try to remind myself to sit with the emptiness. To let it teach me something. Maybe one day, I'll look back and see that it was exactly what I needed all along.