As I watch the world spin by, and as people walk past, I realize nothing matters. One day the place we all call home will burn and nothingness will be permanent. Nothingness seems to have a hold on me like the roots in the ground have a hold on the tree outside my window. Nothingness means you don’t have to feel anything. The pain and the joy are non-existent, nothingness. Feeling nothing is okay. I am okay.