Living In Fragments

I have a problem with dictionaries. They have thousands and thousands of words defined in such a clear manner. Written in black and white. As if a clear definition would reduce the magnitude of their problems. So that they could refer to it and cut off all beings and incidents not covered in the realm of a single definition. Instead of decreasing their problems, they have magnified them. Would homosexuals have had to fight for their rights if sexuality had not been defined? Would people be judged by exams if exams had not been defined as a set of questions on a piece of paper?

What about love? Happiness? Hatred? I guess, what I'm trying to say is, that some things, like the human emotions and the human behavior, are better left undefined. So that a person can approach it, and explore it and keep on exploring till there's nothing left to explore and come up with a definition. A definition that he is comfortable with, and that he believes to be true. And here, get rid of the notion that every person will ultimately reach the same definition. Oh, no. Each individual will come up with something that is new, and unheard of.

But here's the thing. If you grab a dictionary and start turning its pages, it will give you the definitions of words like magic, life, death and many others. And immediately after the end of the definition, a new word will be typed in. No space. You will find no space to explore. To make your own definition. But what if? What if there was a dictionary that left these spaces blank? Gave you the power to chose your own definition? What would you do then? And this, ladies and gentlemen, was the idea given to me. And this is the idea that changed my whole life.

My name is Trixie Price, and this is my story. I'm an ordinary girl; living in an ordinary world, living in fragments of time that define my existence.