Everything and Nothing walk hand in hand down the road. One is smiling, the other frowns. In the distance, a rainbow glistens in the sky, while the sun is setting behind them, and faint little drops of water roll over their umbrella. It is almost grotesque how one has its pockets brimming with paper money, pristine clothes that scream every seam was stitched with care for the fabric, and the other barely manages to keep its socks dry with all the shoe holes near the sole. And yet, they are inseparable. Just try to pull one away from the other. Try it. It won’t last. Whatever you do, whatever you think you’ve accomplished, they will find each other again. And like anything happened, they’ll walk down that same road hand in hand as they are everything and nothing.
“But why are you so sad,” Nothing asked, with a smile on its face.
And you wonder how it’s possible to have everything, yet simultaneously feel as if you have nothing, not knowing that a target reached is a new one set.
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