Empty?

The bottle was empty. I looked at it again, just to be sure, but there was no mistaking it. The bottle was quite empty. I don't remember how it began, or at what pivotal moment it was crucial we conserve what was left of the bottle, but either way, the end was the same. The bottle was now empty. It put everything in perspective, seeing that empty bottle, for what did it matter that we had survived this long, or that we had salvaged what we had from the wreckage, for now, right now, this very minute... the bottle was empty.

We had a small amount of bills of varying american currency, some seats and chairs, a few laptops and other equipment that required an outlet of some sort, plenty of clothes, life jackets, and a very large assortment of metal pieces and parts that may someday be able to be used to our advantage. But all of that was moot- for our bottle was empty. Of all the vast treasures known to man, all of it was of no use to us. We could think, ponder, reflect, and bargain, but no matter how the dice were cast, our bottle, our precious bottle, was empty.

Everything is worthless. Nothing matters. Nothing has any impact on life. There is nothing that really should bring joy, nothing that can impact any decision we might make. What once brought happiness to many is now a reminder of what used to be, or what will never again be. The world is empty, because our bottle is empty. All will be lost soon, because with an empty bottle, we will soon be starved of that what our bodies need most, the sweet nectar of life, water.

Perspective granted unto thee, the reader. What matters to you?