chillininthedark

contentment

we are designed to be hungry, always searching for external satisfaction, constantly looking for something/anything/many things to finally make us whole.

now, imagine the sensation of having everything you could want. complete fulfillment. no desire. no drive. no need.

then what? 
what do you become?
a rock
a glass of water
a cloud
a sigh

something inanimate 
and 
suddenly emptiness is everything because there is none left.

how does that feel?