- Mattison Yogi Williams
- May 10, 2021
- 4 min read
It's a crazy feeling. That feeling of being full. The feeling you get when there is an absorbent amount of energy, an insuperable number of emotions, like ancient warring armies seconds before they clash. The feeling that can usher in a state of content. A state of satisfaction. Feeling full can be a product of feeling fulfilled in one context or another. That being said, feeling full can also lead to an alternative experience such as gluttony and overindulgence. Fullness, as a concept, walks a thin line between being just the right amount and being too much. The possibilities of such a state can seem both rational and irrational. It can lead a man from wanting less but needing more; to wanting more but needing less. In turn, the state of being full can bear fruit that man has yet to grasp. From the cup running over to the overbearing walls of a dam, diligently keeping the sea at bay. Sometimes this sense of fullness can trick one into believing that their current state is the ultimate pinnacle of their existence meanwhile a sense of fullness can be another soul’s ‘impending doom.' Either way, feeling full can lead to two extremes.
Serenity and calamity.
The walls in which we have consciously and subconsciously built are meant to shield us from the extremes of fullness. From the far-reaching experiences of both pleasure and pain. If one is not careful these walls too can be no more. These walls too can let go. The levies can break and forcefully introduce the contents of one’s inner dam to the elements. That being said though the torrential outpour may masquerade as apocalyptic, in reality, it very well may be the defining factor in one’s breakthrough or regression.
But how does one determine the weight of their options? How does one decide the validity of the dueling experiences? What if you are so close to the said tipping point that you feel full. You feel as though something is going to change. You feel the tugging at your heel. The pulling in your heart. You hear the once faint far-away cries become the voice in your inner ear. You can feel the drums as they beat to the rhythm of your soul and the coursing river as it flows through your veins. What if your thoughts and emotions have formed and have taken an ever-changing fluid state; constantly bashing itself against the wall but failing to seep through the cracks. Wanting to be set free but not embodying the capability to do so. For just one moment you want to fully become that which you have been wanting, been craving, and have been needing. What if, for so long you have convinced yourself that you have already reached a state of fullness and that your being is enough. You may feel trapped in this world of ‘will I, won’t I?’ ‘Should I, Shouldn’t I?’ Trapped in this continual cycle of mundane lateral self-propagation and doubt. Stuck within the confines finding comfort in the familiarity of your current chaotic state all the while craving a graduated sense of self and purpose. What if for so long you have also wrestled with the plausible possibility that you reluctantly feel content and indeed have an intense yearning for more. A yearning for something greater. Not greater in terms of the material realm but greater in matters of conscious and unconscious substance. The ingredients that power the heart, fuels the soul, and frees the troubled mind.
In your own time, you may recognize that in order for you to reach the next part of your journey your vehicle must be inspected, your destination malleable, and that your path must be self forged. Upon this realisation, you ask ‘what do I do with this information?' What do I do with my anxieties and fear? How do I allow myself to be free from of confines of my self-imposed expectations, obligations and regulations? You want the answers to the questions concerning the vagueness of vulnerability. You feel as though you need answers before you start your new journey. You need directions. You need guidance. You initiate your search for the answer but before you can even receive the first word something is afoot. The dam, though full and fortified begins to quietly rumble. The ground begins to tremble. The drums become deafening and your heart is in free fall. Your hairs stand on end as the pulling becomes a yank and the tugging becomes a forceful push. All sounds and emotions have reached their summit. And once again you feel the overwhelming fullness. You reach to take hold of something and your outstretched arms can grasp nothing but the rushing current of the ever-ensuing rapids. And then just as quickly as it all began, the world stops. And a small but devastating drop trickles through the cracks. The drop begins its journey from the heart of the wall and ever so slowly, ever so slightly it crawls down and down until it reaches the dry ground below.
Though seemingly minute, a drastic change has already begun.
If you are emptied what would be your contents? What are you full of?