Glass

Sit down. Close your eyes. Clean your mind, push your thoughts aside. 

Now, imagine an empty jar. It is made of see-through, thick glass. There is nothing inside it. Just peace. But peace doesn't take space, it has no weight, so it never makes the world heavier. Think of all the tings that could be there, inside that jar, the worries, and the pain, and the frustrated dreams and the sad mornings. But no. They are not there. Because the jar is empty. It's quiet. It's peaceful, and it's illuminated. Everything inside or around the jar can be seen because there are no walls, no doors, no curtains. It's silent. And the incredible thing about silence is that makes all the elements of life much more meaningful. When dreams float around, and new ideas and rushes of love, anger and passion whisper next to the ground, when the shades of nostalgia grow slowly in the sky, and nobody is talking. Peace. Nature. Freedom and the sound of the ocean breaking promises against the rocks. 

The jar is empty, and each one of us fill it with stuff that makes us unhappy people. We can't help it. Grief. Sorrow. Pain. That's what we do. As if we owed our hearts to keep them heavy and properly hurt. 

But, if you close your eyes again, you will see that the jar is still empty. It's still peaceful inside it. It's quiet. It's natural. There is room for many things that will come with time. 

Don't scream. Don't yell. Don't cry.

Because you should never forget that the jar will always be empty, no matter what you see inside it.