I recently read the book "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Up Close" by Jonathan Safran Foer. In it is a married couple with some serious love/communication issues which results in the creation of what they dub "nothing" or "something" places. They invent these places where they can just disappear from the other person's presence. It's an interesting thought to me, these nothing places.
With four kids and a husband in this moderately crowded sized house I can't fathom any place being a nothing place unless they were all out from under its roof. But it would be nice sometimes to find one of those places. A place where just for a few minutes I could be nothing, feel nothing and do nothing. Nothingness.
I imagine that those few minutes would lead to a few minutes more and then eventually I would never leave my nothing place and that scares me. Because nothing is really nothing. We are meant to feel, the good and the bad, and to live, the easy and the difficult and through those things we learn and adapt and want more. I want to be in a something place and mean something to at least someone until the day that I turn into nothing on this earth.