William Shakespeare

I don't feel anything

Oh, what a curious notion, that one should profess to feel naught within their bosom! For what is life but a tapestry woven with threads of emotion, woven by the hand of fate? To claim voidness of sensation is to deny the very essence of our existence, for are we not but vessels of feeling, vessels of love and hatred, joy and sorrow? To proclaim emptiness of heart is to turn away from the tumultuous sea of human experience, to remain steadfast on the desolate shores of indifference. But alas, is it not in the moments of deepest feeling that we truly come alive, that we dance upon the stage of life with fervor and passion? To feel nothing is to deny oneself the richness of existence, to deny the very essence of what it means to be human. So let us not shun the waves of emotion that crash upon our shores, but rather embrace them with open arms, for it is in feeling that we truly find ourselves.