On Joy

There’s a sound. There’s a note that begins everything. But before the note there is silence, silence is where everything begins. There’s a blank page before the words appear, there’s a white canvas before the picture materialises. There’s space and time between us, emptiness filled with words. There’s nothingness before a thought illuminates the mind.

There’s silence and empty space, there’s a white canvas, there has to be nothing before anything can happen. Making that space, finding that time, being with that person. All this leads to joy.

I learned to relish the moment before I create. I used to dread the blank page, the empty canvas. Now I look forward to each time when I can put idea to empty space; that tiny instant before a thing begins to exist. It’s beautiful, it’s joyous. 

(Via my friend Michal Zelazny)