People rarely stop to speculate about what their words can do. Some may pat words off their granite shoulders thinking nothing of the buildings they are destroying; the hours and hours of work that are crumbling to dust as they roll words of their sharp tongues. Harsh knots of silver being spat at an innocent soul who knows not what they did wrong. Even the best of humanity makes the mistake of not realizing even the simplest of their words, smallest of their actions, can cause heartbreak.
Language is a weapon. It can be used as a brutal , lead tipped whip of punishment, an icy steel knife of justice, a poisonous gas, seeping into our lungs and slowly stealing the miracle of life.
But language is also a hope. A hope that we humans have clung desperately to ever since its birth. It is a hope that even broken hearts can be healed when sweetly sung the right words. A hope that even in the darkest of times, one can find a light despite all the nocturne things around them.
Language has the power to destroy history or to archive it. Words can chronicle the future and enable us to relive the past. Sweet symphonys of letters combined to create words that when assembled in certain orders, can inspire an entire world.
A scary thing about words is that they can be twisted. A song of love and joy can be turned into one of death and sorrow simply but adding a few words and removing others. True also is that words if bitter sadness and dark days can be swapped to words of wonder and merriment.
It could be up to you to decide upon the point I have created in writing the very words you are reading now.
Or I could tell you.
No matter what I say, each person will have their own completely unique perspective on my words. So, if my words are something you wish to continue to ponder, then read on. However, if you find the reality of words to be harsh and intimidating, then no one would judge you. I myself notice how inexplicably raw words can make me feel, be they spoken, sung, or written.
Choose what you may. Turn the page, or leave and find another collection of words that more suit your tastes. Either way, I have a chance to create. Either way, you have a chance to listen to words. So it is a win for both you and I.
Be forewarned, I am opposed to the idea of sugar spinning words to make them softer than they are. My words may dance or they may slice. You are able to decide how high they dance and how deep they cut. I believe that is a job for all readers. The author has the job of creating a foundation on which the reader may build his or her ideas upon.
So build.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Ideas
RandomI guess I'm going to try something new. I am going to try to write. I don't know what about, but hopefully it will come together.
