Hidden Flavor in the Silence

There's a strange comfort in having beef broth but no meat inside.
It’s like savoring the background hum of an old city rather than the main street noise.
Sometimes I wonder if it's just a simple longing for substance or maybe a symbol of waiting—holding onto potential while everything else is empty.
Life feels full of such paradoxes, where what's present isn't enough, yet what’s missing lingers on as much more desirable.
Just like my days hunting for that elusive next job, quiet and filled with unspoken hopes.