Big F**king Mood: A New Narrative

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Words. Words have the power to make a person laugh, rage, and weep no restraint. They are quite possibly the most magical- the only magical thing on the planet. It also takes certain people, magicians, to make them powerful. The Writers, of course, and the Speakers.

The Writers use their brain as their wand. Only real geniuses can write such amazing things. Not logical geniuses like Einstein or Hawking. I mean emotional ones, like Keats, Woolf, Bronte, and Shakespeare. Even artists like Sol LeWitt. They can evoke so much feeling with their creative brains. They wield a power we can never hope to understand. They change us.

Then, we have Speakers. I am not a speaker and I don't know any speakers, so I cannot attest to the feelings they have in regard to words. I only know that they give them life. Speakers have voices made for reading great works. Thankfully, many of them find themselves in a position to do such a thing. They have a magnetic pull that just draws people to them. You can read someone's words and feel inspired but hearing them adds an entirely new dimension to it that's indescribable. Their voice is their wand.

An argument can be made for the existence of a third magician. The Reader. I, personally, do not see the power in Readers, even though I am one. All I do is read the words of someone else, or occasionally listen to someone's amazing voice, wish I could be a Writer or a Speaker. But I'm not a Writer, though I love to make play that I am, and I am certainly not a Speaker. Of that, I do not even pretend.

Some may say that it's us that gives words their power. That they would not be important if we did not make them so. I disagree. Yes, it may be us that makes words profitable, but we do not imbue them with their power. We simply acknowledge something that is innate within them. We hold no power over anything, not even our own hearts. Words control them as well. They can build us, and they can break us. I think good writing does both.

I only hope to be able to do that one day. I would love to stop pretending.

- a love letter to words