Empty Fulfilment

The Man Who Does Not Exist visited me yesterday.

“Who are you?”, I asked.

“I am everything. I am nothing,” he replied.

“You are not real,” I said.

“Neither are you,” he responded.

“I am unlike you. I am real, of flesh and bone, of thought and action. You are a figment of my imagination,” I said.

“You are nothing,” he said to me. “You’ve done nothing.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“You are what you do,” he said. “You are what you do.”

Then he was gone.

11 thoughts on “Empty Fulfilment”

  1. You scare me sometimes.

    SASHI: I scare myself sometimes, too. I look in the mirror and go, ‘BOO!’ – and I’d dive under my blankets and won’t come out for hours.πŸ˜›

  2. so you don’t exist because you haven’t done anything?

    SASHI: In a way, I guess. When I kick the bucket, will it have mattered whether I was here? Would my only major lasting legacy be a marker in the ground, a few more mouths to feed in an over-populated world, or a lifetime of debt to be borne by those who come after me? I hope not.

  3. LOL. This is supposed to be funny, right right?

    SASHI: Well, I’m happy you find it funny. I like making people laugh – even if I do it unintentionally.πŸ™‚

  4. Dear Sashi,

    You are NOT nothing.

    There are two “forces” at work in this world. There are two “camps”. Good & evil. The evil, dark side wants you to believe that you are nothing. That you are worthless. It wrecks you with guilt sometimes. It’s all lies of course. Don’t listen to it. Everyone is precious. Everyone has a reason and a purpose for living.

    You are special, unique and precious. There’s no one exactly like you! I will leave you with this beautiful poem…


    You are who you are for a reason.
    You’re part of an intricate plan.
    You’re a precious and perfect unique design,
    Called God’s special woman or man.

    You look like you look for a reason.
    Our God made no mistake.
    He knit you together within the womb,
    You’re just what he wanted to make.

    The parents you had were the ones he chose,
    And no matter how you may feel,
    They were custom-designed with God’s plan in mind,
    And they bear the Master’s seal.

    No, that trauma you faced was not easy.
    And God wept that it hurt you so;
    But it was allowed to shape your heart
    So that into his likeness you’d grow.

    You are who you are for a reason,
    You’ve been formed by the Master’s rod.
    You are who you are, beloved,
    Because there is a God!

    ~Russel Kelfer~

    SASHI: Thanks, Jen.πŸ™‚

  5. Sashi, this happens to me a lot. It happens when you question too much about who you can be, I suppose. But just wondering, are you haunted by something… like your past or something you did?

    SASHI: I wouldn’t say haunted. It’s more like looking at certain events – past, present and future – and thinking about all the roads I could have taken or should take, and to where these roads would lead, and if I would be happy with the destination. In other words, it’s what happens when my mind is left to wander..πŸ™‚

  6. I see this guy everytime I look in the mirror. Sadly, he’s right most of the time.

    SASHI: Right most of the time? Ask him for 4-D numbers next time you see him, yeah? And let me know..πŸ˜‰

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