I woke up unsure where I was. Which was not particularly strange. I was in a field surrounded by grass that had been stamped on. I was unsure why I was there.

I looked at my hands empty and down onto my stomach which had no shirt on it. The field was empty and I looked into the sky it was also empty.

Then it all made sense. I was looking for meaning in my actions and I looked into the emptiness around me. The emptiness wasn't looking for meaning it was all empty and all meaningless and all at peace. Then I thought about humanity, fighting and hoping there was a reason for it. There is no meaning and that is truly freeing.

I just hope others can accept that all these wars have no meaning and that they can find peace through nothingness and truly accepting things as they are.