Nothing

I accept the fact that my life has equated to the sum of the parts of nothing but one failure atfer another after another and another. All added up to the sum of nothing. There is a high degree of enlightenment in the knowledge of nothing. How ironic is that? Usually nothing means the exact opposite of knowledge, but then here I am finding knowledge in the fact that nothing is what most perfectly describes me and my existence here on earth. If I should try and describe my family to you, the best word I could use to describe them would be none. If I tried to tell a story of my friends the best word to use would be gone. None and gone and so the bleeding of my heart continues into the vast nothingness that is always dancing all around me. How nothing dances I do not know, but to see it everyday makes me appreciate the fluid and smooth movements it makes as it Tangos on my soul. Fail, failure, and failed and that is what I can take credit for accomplishing in this life. And oh the dance we do, failure, nothingness and me all being one spinning and slidng on the floor, but at least it really doesn't matter because no one is watching. I suppose that is the key to nothingness anyhow; the fact that no one is watching and it really doesn't matter. When the sum of the parts of my life add up to nothing then it is almost certain that little if any impact will be made by my departure from this world.