I write in a blank space so that I leave no blank spaces behind. Every part filled with a word, a scribble, a picture, a thought, a reminder.
So too should be life? Fill every space, every moment, not just busily being busy, but thoughtful, in the pursuit of growth, happiness, joy, moments lived, even in sadness.
Let me not fill it with the crap that’s as pointless as the filling between the cracks on an old lino floor.