When there is no meaning...

I've been scouring my brain the last few days for an idea for my blog. And it seems I have drawn a total blank. Zip, zero, nada.

So, having come to a dead halt, I will ponder the meaning of life.

And the only thing I can come up with is this: Is life always meaningful?

I don't think so. Sometimes there is no meaning. Sometimes we just have to move along without anything to hold our attention, anything to make us feel good, anything to push us forward. We just slough through and wait for the days of inspiration. Some days we are in the doldrums of meaninglessness.

And here I sit.

It's kind of like being on a blank page with no pen to write a word. Or like sitting in space with nothing around you, hoping that someone stops by to pick you up. Or like lying in bed and not being able to get out because you haven't found a reason to face the day.

But, go on I must. I have things to do. Places to go. Tasks to accomplish. And I suppose that I can accomplish them without great wisdom or humor. I will just forge forward because tomorrow is another day and I'll probably feel differently when the sun rises again.

Man, I hope so, because I hate this empty feeling that I seem to have fallen into.