I was thinking about all the words I’ve learned in my life. They’ve become a part of who I am. I use these words to express myself all the live long day.
Words are amazing because they get used spontaneously. These words flow out of my fingers. Other words pop up in my mind, and get typed into this blog post. When I’m talking with someone, the words are spontaneously expressed out into the air. I hear the other person’s words, and then more words spill out of me.
Sometimes when I’m using words to speak or write, I’ll use a word I’ve never used before. I get an excited recognition, “Wow, that’s the first time I’ve used that!”
I can’t even begin to understand how the mind, and something even deeper chooses and doles out the words. I’m often curiously thrilled to see what words get used when I speak or write.
I feel the same way when I’m reading a book. I’m amazed when looking at and taking in another person’s words. It thrills me that their words caused me to create my own visual images of what they are describing. It’s like I use the currency of those words to cash in on and buy those images.
Words feel like living things to me. They have a life of their own. Words create a mosaic by their being expressed. At times I can feel their joy at being used. They were created for the use of expression.
And then there’s the space between words. They support the words. They give words their individuality, as well as connect words to other words to create a specific meaning.
There’s the random way of words in my thoughts. Disparate sentences, linked together, a mental ticker tape with no beginning or end. Some loud, some whispered, carried by a strong emotional current. Quickly forgotten after being witnessed, to make room for the next thought.
Don’t get me started on how whole worlds, made up of words, came from just 26 letters!
Thanks for spending this time reading my words!