Surfing in the Void (and loving it)

Nothing matters. You're weirdly okay, and maybe even having fun with it.

This isn’t collapse. This is clarity. The kind that comes when you stop trying to grip things that don’t exist. The kind that lets you float above the noise and smile into the abyss.

You’ve touched emptiness, and found peace. There’s no urgency, no drama, just stillness... and maybe a little cosmic giggle in the silence.

Stretch. Blink. Smile into the void. You are nothing, and everything, and completely free.

This is dorsal peace. The still sea beyond the storm.

You’re surfing it like a pro. No paddle needed.