Confronting Nothing

"It is nothingness that I have to face in my solitude." -Henri Nouwen

I wonder what Barack Obama thinks about when he's by himself at the end of the night, about to sleep, in his bed.
I wonder what Genghis Khan thought about in his solitude, his many, many days in prison, in silence.
And what about Bill Gates?
Or Oprah Winfrey?
Or Martin Luther King Jr.?
Or...you?

Why do we like to keep busy so much and cry out for rest or peace and quiet?
Why do we allow the hustle and bustle of our very own thoughts, that are quite often more odd or disturbing than not?
Why do we feel obligated to "become something"?
Why do we get involved in things?

What is your motivation to do anything? Is it God? Is it your pride? Your greed? Your parents? Your friends?
What makes you feel more substantial, that by taking on another mountain of sorts you became something else or that you are simple little you and nothing else?

What's so bad about being simple little you and nothing else?
When did we start feeling like being simple little us was bad?
Why do we feel like being simple little us is bad?

Simple little you is wonderfully and fearfully made.
Go ahead, find quietness, find solitude.
Nothingness is never really nothing because even nothing is something.

THAT made me smile today. Thanks God ^_^

Smile Big,
E.H.