What are words? They are just letters put together, random stuff from the alphabet that explains other random things. There is never a shortage of words, for they are most needed. But words are just words, until you mean them.
Hmm… with this, it’s funny, because words never ever mean exactly the same to anybody. There is always that personal judgment and liberty to how words will mean, to how they will be understood. For one word may mean a whole new world to another; for one word may mean nothing to everybody and everything to somebody. A very curious thing, don’t you agree?
I like words. I’ve always found myself at home with them, and now it occurs to me, even if they can be the most literal thing on the planet, the most obvious, and the most known, in truth, words are mysterious for their true form and weight is impossible to fathom. There can be one word and from it comes a thousand interpretations from a thousand of people who takes a bite off them. A word may even cease to exist yet its aftereffects may still reverberate across the galaxy.
What are words? What can they mean? It’s incredible when you think about it, and most days, I think people make the mistake of using words to communicate and relate yet end up with the exact opposite, for the words don’t cooperate and somehow don’t come out right, or sometimes put their foot down and decide to not come out at all!
So what’s the deal? I guess, it is the fact that even though words are just words, even if you strip letters and erase them for good, the feeling remains. In the same way, it should be remembered not to trust words completely, because this feeling is relative, almost always over or under what is comprehended. It’s a tricky thing, words; but I won’t say anymore.
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