There is this reluctant irony in being “good-for-nothing”. But it is a whole different package to convince people around you about the same. “Nothing”, as we see, is hollow, void, absence of objective and matter. The crudest philosophy of nothing begins with self-contradictory assumptions of- “anything with infinite Absence”. This idea itself reflects the agenda of what is called as “Vocabulary crisis”. Defining “Nothing” presuppose malignance as it approaches every aspect of existentialism in order to reproach it. It has been a never-ending debate on what to be referred to as exemplary “Nothingness”. What must be of the central idea of the whole debate going around catches one in fury. One concern with either one should refute the pre-proposed ideas about Subjectivity and Objectivity or balance out the two.

For centuries, philosophers have thrown light on the idea of Nothing. For some, it is from where everything came into being. The other set of philosophers refute any directory of Nothingness. For them, nothing gives rise to nothing. It binds in itself the idea that ‘there is no nothing’. For the cosmos to be in there, it is necessary for something to pre-exist.

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They further reproach it by exclaiming that- ‘you cannot count on Nothing for the origination of objects’. They feel it is impractical to allot Absence in the place of the originator for the things that are. It is delusional-they say. An infamous saying of an ancient Greek philosopher Parmenides contains in itself the gist of what we may call ‘Refutation of Nothing’. The saying is as follows.

“…from nothing, nothing comes out.”

The very idea of registering Nothing as bizarre, inapplicable and stony bolsters their philosophy. It seems more of a prejudice that has faced extreme challenges to be dissolved. Prejudice, in the sense, due to the lack of human brevity we end up idolizing gods and goddess as the painters of the canvas. Facing challenges meaning it has been bitterly rasped as to how something so obscure can be considered as the Creator. Along the way, it conjointly puts human brevity in the questionable arena. Because it will be equally bizarre to designate an unknown rather unknowable entity as the Creator. To straighten up a little, such a thought process can be beaded in a way that it becomes completely acceptable and ‘okay’, without asking for any explanation by feeding. People tend not to question more on things that they are used to hear about.

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On the contrary, philosophers like Heraclitus claims that ‘being’ is ‘nothing’ and it is the ‘nothing’ only that strive to ‘become’ something. It needs no mosses and ferns to celebrate the ‘nothing’ more. It, for him, is the central dot that lengths to all the cosmological as well humanely expeditions. It subjugates that ‘nothing’ changes and manifests itself into myriad worldly objects. It personifies germination.

In my opinion, ‘nothing’ is initiation. We start with nothing and reach something. We tend to feel hollow and strive to fill that hole with things and people that interest us. It is the very preamble of life. Having said that, this leads me astray because, at the same time, it strikes that it is us who digs a pit to welcomes grief. To explain it is like playing with fire. Either it will light you up or burn you to ashes. Humans tend to stick to things and when they leave or cease to factorize we develop a hole. A hole of nothing, of ever prevailing absence, of coldness. We oblige to sorrow and account the void for it. We build a fortress around us, concrete supplied by the inside woes.

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Humans are circumstantial beings. We are all celibates for sorrow and intensely pervasive for the same. Yet under circumstances, we dig out the most alluring yet the most depressing definitions of ‘nothingness’. We dream of becoming something without initiation. We do not recognize the importance of it. And here I try legitimizing nothingness. We become so intensely involved in the whole process of enjoying the idea of becoming something that we forget to recognize the need to start. We try to reach the peak without crossing the zig-zag rocky paths. We fear to admit that we are nothing or we have nothing. If we were bold enough for the admittance, we would not be judging ourselves, which would have clearly cut the weed of self-doubt off. It is an individual’s endeavor and cannot be helped by any external agency. It is the Red Sea, either get through it or sink in.

Everybody starts from zero, the void. Having said that, it makes me wonder why zero has nothing inside it. It is just a circular void, devoid of matter and opinions and perceptions. It kind of symbolizes that void is the greatest mother, that everything is born out of a void, out of nothing. And we in us, carry whatever is there in the bosom of it. Ironically, “Nothing does not beget nothing”, rather uncountable manifestations both born and unborn, maybe some stillborn too. I think it is important that we celebrate our nothingness, that we celebrate the glory of nothingness, and that we celebrate the glory of us. Even if we are at zero today, there are unthinkable possibilities of becoming whatever be strive to. It is good to be at zero than to be at a second rate.

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And once we recognize our nothing as a chance to redeem the insane possibilities of human life, we are likely to tread forward with contentment and mental peace. Comparisons and weighing no longer bother us. And it is all that matters the most. Over the centuries, not much of the debate has changed. People who just start with their work burden themselves with the immense desire of becoming. People, they do not strive to become sometime but everything. They have these miserable ideas of ownership and authoritativeness. They say, nothing is never an option. They are right in a way. Because nothing was never meant to be an option. How can a thing so fundamental ever be an option? It was right there when we were non-existent, flourished in our nothing and never met a rival enough competent to draw it down. It was before us, still grows with us, and will prevail even when we have perished.