I believe every writer, author, poet, or editor begins their journey with a love of words. Some may lose it along the way. Juggling words can become a chore instead of a labor of love; but I’m thankful for those who never lose this passion.
Since I was young, I remember always doing two things: reading and writing. I remember writing a short story in high school that received an A+. Other people seemed to like it too. What more could you ask for?
I enjoy learning new words and observing people. I remember the day I learned a certain new word. I often listened to the stories of other people with more attentiveness than my own tales. When I was particularly interested I would say something like, “That’s interesting to me. Can you tell please tell me more about it?” Then I learned the word “elaborate” and I could say the same thing with just two words, “Please, elaborate.”
I’m fascinated with how certain words mean different things to various people. To one person, an institution is a bank, to a second it’s a place of higher learning, and to a third it’s a building that patients with extreme mental disorders call home. To one a CD is a bank investment, to another it’s something containing music or a backup of information.
Certain people today don’t realize the inherent power of spoken and written words. They write in haste, speak in anger, and refuse to see the teetering mountain of consequences about to crumble. I’ve learned that hastily spoken words are bitter when you have to eat them.
Still others rejoice over words that make people weep. But words have a strange way of returning to the person they came from. They’re yours and you’ll have to live in their company. If you use words only as weapons and manipulative tools, you build a prison for yourself.
- Words can build walls around us or expand our boundaries.
- Words can be hatefully hurled or they can provide health and healing.
- They can incite wars or unite nations.
A few encouraging words can simply brighten someone’s day, or even change the course of someone’s life. I’ve had both experiences.
The lives we enjoy are largely established with our words. This includes:
- The words we chose to speak or write boldly.
- The words we should have written or spoken
- The words that we wisely choose not to speak (or write).
Choose to love words and love others; chose words that can help and heal. You may be remembered for being a person of many words or a person of a few words, but the people whom you’ve truly touched will remember exactly what those words were.
This writing isn’t intended to be critical. It is simply my observation. I wrote the bulk of this a few years back. I found it again recently and it still seemed important. I realized it paralleled some of the reasons I wanted to start this “Writing in Color” blog. When I discovered it again, I reworked it until it felt finished.
I offer it here as a part of my writing journey. If you see value in it, there’s probably a good chance you love words too. Leave a few of your own down below or pass them on to someone else; for the love of words.
Until next time, keep writing.