The wonder of the unknown. The unknowable.
The attempts to separate the whole into parts in order to then understand it creates the apparent complexity of the socalles here: 'personal world' taking this idea or film/movie for reality.
Life itself - natural reality - is 'just' complex. Incomprehensible. Not possible (for the person - anybody) to understand. THIS is far beyond apparent knowledge ...
Natural reality is all already everything at all, ALL - enjoyable, relaxed, peaceful - not-knowing.
Unknowable.
The ordinary wonder of natural reality is already just right over THIS - already as it is. YOU, ME or ANY-THING can't get it. Never - it stays unknableow..

There's nothing wrong with 'your' (personal) story. Stories are simply illusionary. Imaginary - but not yours or mine or it belongs to someone. The roots of this illusion very subtle and hardly noticeable, it gnaws latently disappointing.
The crazy thing here in the NO-Talks is that the exposure of this barter-deal simply dissolves it's own disappointment.
The body has never "heard" any of these personal stories. He simply breathes a jubilant and relaxing breath or ... "grimaces" when it hurts.
Feeling is not "yours" - It doesn't belong to anyone. Here is nobody as a real substance. This really is without you happening.
THIS IS JUST SIMPLY NATURAL

(...and this is not a story.)

In this NO-Talks nothing is burdened by the illusion and idea that life has to make or have a meaning.

It seems that not only the effort of having to do something dissolves here, but also the actor, the person, the apparent doer. There is no doer.

The whole search does not bring lasting joy or peace ...
Everything remains in the form of fleeting gratifications. Was the whole seach in the end just for nothing?!?
Yes, exactly! If nothing happens over and over again, no arrival happens, it seems to happen that you start at some point nothing to search for nothing. So you begin to make nothing to something speciel.
But no matter how you twist and turn it around, nothing turns 'in the end'' over and over again as nothing ... empty ... of course, nothing is nothing.

That's why there really isn't anything to be found here. Nothing at all. There's really nothing more to come. Never. Where there is nothing, nothing can be ... and not even that.
In fact, not only does the search disappear, but (also) the seeker.

This is the invitation to the NO-Talks here: Natural Reality.

The only "thing" that you seem to be missing here is: That something is missing.