A Man Called Empty

A Man Called Empty The media loves him, the TV adores him, and the newspapers write everything about. He is the man, he is the man called empty. You’ve seen him everywhere as he walks down the streets, parades our TV appears on reality shows or is photographed looking almost god-like for a trash magazine. His day is filled with the pursuit of pleasure,, pursuit of self. As he wakes in the morning his first thoughts are based around how his body feels. Strong, tired, weak, powerful or hung-over. He climbs out of his self inflicted chaos to look at himself in the mirror just to check his bursting body has withered overnight after another night of debauchery and one night stands. She (whoever she is) still lies in his bed. She has no name, she has no purpose, she is like him but a woman called empty. His purpose is to take from her to feed his pleasures, her purpose is to give and receive pleasures. No names are exchanged, no numbers, she climbs out of his bed, quickly dresses and leaves his tiny apartment where pleasure is the only king after the man called empty. His day will be filled with adornment of himself, the pursuit of the body perfect, buying of more clothes, text exchange, sext exchange and chat about where, who, how and when is it all happening. His photo is taken leaving the gym. His photo is snapped leaving the pool. His photo is snapped drinking his Starbucks coffee. His photo is uploaded, online, shared, Facebook and printed trash for the masses in magazine sold as news but mean nothing more than the pursuit of ego. His looks will fade, they always do! His body will age, it always does! His fame of youth will be thrown away, discarded for the next fresh youngling chasing the pursuit of pleasures. The man called empty plays a life that’s filled. Filled with nothing, filled with reflections of himself and appraisal from those that wish they had a life of pleasure, cannot so life part of their life in the one they elevate only to destroy and replace. The media hold and put the empty people in such high places it then infiltrates the minds of others as not just normal but a place to aim for. Yet what we see is an exaggeration of humanity one part of a person highlighted bloated and enlarged to an extreme. This leaves the real man empty inside. Once his power has gone, once his youth has passed the man called empty is left with something that used to be and now no longer serves him. The man called empty has achieve no more than bed a legion of woman, build a Greek god body, drink more than most men his age, get his photo time and time again in the magazines for the empty, is he to be admired and sought after? Life is filled with examples of empty people, pursuers of pleasure and practicers of exaggeration. This very same history is also littered with the same outcomes. Pleasure, excess and pain of loss. Not to say there is a problem looking after the man but what is really needed is balance. Anything out of balance falls over, the man called empty not might, not usually but always falls over. The body of a man is a place of many pleasures. Pleasures of the mind, pleasures of the stomach, pleasures of the muscle, pleasures of the ears, sight and sounds of life as a big picture. To look at life and understand life is a life worth living. Even when life is misunderstood or even too hard to grasp this is still a life that can be filled, enjoyed and lived. To spend day after day repeating and deleting yesterdays scene only to recreate todays scene is a life of nothing and can only lead to nothing or no outcome in the end. The days of the man called empty are here yet they will go, vanish in time as the nature of real humanity always come to the fore in a desire for more depth, more life, more of what is good for man. Alan Forrest Smith Author of Escape from Zoomanity the Book