I woke up the other day thinking about a vase. I have no idea why. I wasn’t even entirely awake, and the first thing I thought was,
“What goes in a vase?”
Then I carried on a conversation with myself while still quite content in bed.
“Why, you can put anything in a vase. Mayonnaise, a ferret, marbles, water, trash, absolutely anything.”
“But that doesn’t make sense. Why would you want to do that? Vases are made for a purpose. Ask any child what goes in a vase and they will most likely say ‘Flowers.'”
“So you’re telling me vases were made for one reason?”
“Yes. Just like you were made for one reason, even though you try to fill your life up with all kinds of crap. There’s a reason you’re empty, and there’s a reason you try to fill that emptiness with everything that won’t fulfill.”
And then I woke up.
I couldn’t get the thought out of my head for the rest of the day. I also started to think about the Friends episode (because my wife watched it incessantly) where Monica dates a guy who writes a poem called “The Empty Vase.” She’s led to believe by her friends that he’s referring to her as the empty vase. When she confronts him, he says it’s not her, it’s all women. That’s the punchline.
But I’ll go farther. It’s everyone. We’re all empty vases waiting to be filled with something much more beautiful and glorious than what we actually are.