Spaciousness

Sometimes it feels as though the world isn't nearly spacious enough- that we seem to keep creating more and more out of nothing until what was once unobtrusive and contained is now overwhelming us, and we find ourselves drowning in our own conceptions. The real issue is that there is no way to turn something back into nothing, for once an object or an idea has been born, while it's light may be doused, nothing can fully erase the shadows that linger where is once occupied time. It is not only our petty materials that overcrowd our world, but our superfluous thoughts as well. We live as though answers are like gems to collect, and waste our days away filling the innocent air with difficult questions- questions that cloud our horizons and lay heavy on our hearts, when the answer to the biggest question of all is to simply stop asking. If only we could clear away our worrying thought- filter out the unnecessary  like sand from water and toss it to the side- how much lighter our lives would be. Were the world more spacious, were there room to stretch our arms and run our fingertips through the clean air, then maybe we could find some purpose. Were we not paralyzed in a thick mud that kept us from seeing light from dark, up from down, that left us floundering uselessly in limbo, maybe we would be able to find direction. Without all of our clutter, with space for our mind to think and feel and run, we would find that discerning direction is easier with room to breathe, and that the path there is much more blissful.