Everything is Nothing

Everything is nothing ultimately. It shapes out that way in the end.
The magnificent dress in the showcase turns out a disappointment.
The job one craves for becomes the reason for suffering and lament. 
The one you loved beyond everything is hell-bent to teach you a lesson.
The fame you always aspired for leads you toward depression.
The hero you did admire looks old and haggard before long.
The one who kept pledging loyalty, is seen doing that to an enemy.
The knife that was sharp blunts itself cutting everything, then nothing.
Favourite pickles waste away without savouring sufficiently.
Cakes taste like pickles if they remain longer than the ‘best before’.
If everything is nothing, then nothing must be everything.
Meditation takes you towards a blank in the mind; to dwell on nothing.