I used to hate how blank my thoughts were. Sometimes I’d just have nothing on my mind. Literally nothing. While some may say that nothing is something, I actually agree. The feeling of nothingness, is in of itself a remedy to many concerns we have in our life. As a kid, something would always be on my mind, something trivial, but seemingly important at the moment. If I hadn’t felt anything at that moment, if I hadn’t thought about anything, I’d be worried that I was growing more stupid. Then, without that mental activity, I’d pause my interaction with the world, and subsequently fall into a state of idleness that wasn’t utilizing my time well. This spawned from how my dad would often ask me repeatedly, are you doing something meaningful? Most of the time I’d have to lie to him and say yes, but even so, the words would silently drive my internal desire to always be productively doing something, rather than an inactive consumption of resources. To this day, I still somewhat struggle with...