Deeper Than Life! The Void of Our World

What is a void? By definition, it’s something that is not valid or completely empty. And whether we admit it or not, everyone carries a void within them—something they’re trying to fill. For some, it’s hobbies. For others, it’s their career, family, or relationships. These things can give life meaning, but not everyone has access to them in abundance. When there’s lack or scarcity, people start searching elsewhere.

Those alternatives take many forms. Sex, social media, drugs, alcohol, material possessions—these are often the first stops. The chase for the quickest dopamine hit keeps the mind distracted from the emptiness beneath the surface. And while these things do bring happiness, it’s short-lived. The craving returns, dependence forms, and excess takes over. Too much of anything can destroy us.

The truth is, everyone’s alternatives are different. Whatever they may be, we have to look inward—to identify what we’re using to fill the void and to discern what is truly good for us versus what’s slowly harming us.

As I move through my own life journey, I’ve started paying closer attention not just to how individuals fill their voids, but how societies do too. The patterns aren’t that different. When meaning collapses and accountability disappears, people don’t always turn inward—they turn outward. History shows us that when fear, scarcity, and identity loss go unchecked, voids can be filled with ideology instead of healing.

The world is full of racial terrorism, organized hate groups, and so-called “lone wolf” vigilantes who use violence to fill their own emptiness with power, control, and false purpose. The faces and platforms may change, but the void is still the same. It’s a hollow space where empathy should live, where community should exist, where responsibility should be carried. When that space isn’t filled with meaning, it hardens into resentment.

The void, at its core, goes against the grain of what life is meant to be. Life moves toward growth, connection, and creation. The void resists that movement. It pulls people toward isolation, extremism, and destruction—whether that destruction is turned inward through self-hatred or outward through hate for others. That’s where the comparison becomes clear: just as laws exist to restrain violence born from ideological emptiness, we need internal boundaries to confront the personal voids that push us away from humanity.

Religion becomes a place to confront the resistance. Ironically, your environment made you more judgmental. Perfectionism made self-judgment automatic. What you gained wasn’t holiness—it was anxiety, depression, and a deep hatred for humanity, and the void is a place of comfort and misery. You're sheltered from the impossible expectations of life, but you're stripped away from your sense of purpose. When it's so easy to destroy your life, there's one hard truth you learn to accept: the world doesn't owe you understanding. Everyone is fighting demons, and most people will choose their pain over acknowledging yours.

There is only one way out of the void—action. Complacency in misery is its own form of insanity. Just as societies create laws to confront violence instead of tolerating it, we have to confront our inner emptiness instead of normalizing it. Peace doesn’t appear by accident. It requires movement, intention, and faith.

Stepping out of the void means going against fear, against comfort, against stagnation. It’s terrifying—but fear is part of transformation. Being afraid is human. Doing nothing is surrender.

For a long time, my unique way of seeing the world felt like a flaw. Now I see it as a superpower. Psalms 139 14-15 has been tatted on my ribs since I was nineteen. I am fearfully and wonderfully made in God's image. When you understand his works, his love, and his grace, that purpose given to you fills the void. As long as you're living the life God assigned you, how can you lose?

In my own way, this feel like livin'

Some alternate reality

And I was drownin', but now I'm swimmin'

Through stressful waters to relief

— Mac Miller, Come Back to Earth