What the words sometimes tell
It’s late and I have nothing better than to write, having completed everything else that I wanted to do for the evening.
I like to write, but in truth I think myself to be a paltry writer. The one bit of advice I have for any of the kids I know doing CLE is, “Don’t skip the Vocabulary section at the beginning of your Language Arts book if you even think you may at some time in your life want to write something. I skipped them and regretted it ever since!”
I loved Language Arts though, and wasn’t so bad at it, thank the Lord. So in truth I don’t know why I skipped all those vocabulary facts that would have resulted in a stronger writing style for myself today, but the fact of the matter is, here I am and in most cases when I write I look back over it and wish I could have done a better job.
There’s just so much I want to express! Express in a way usually only pictures can show, or actions portray, or the eyes tell. Some people have that gift, they can do that. You read and you are no longer are in this world, a flatlander, they transport you, bringing you to their world, expressing perfectly what they want you to imagine, realize … feel. Talented writers create worlds. They create characters so real some people fall in love with the imaginary person in the book. They make the emotions so real that it’s tangible, crawling out of you from the page, seeping into your pores.
Much of my close interactions in life were through letters, and I was able to get to know a few people genuinely through those correspondences and I am thankful for that fact, that we could write and became such close friends because of it. But there was always one thing I hated about letters. Well there were many things I loved, but the people I wrote were people I didn’t see regularly and I always bemoaned the fact we couldn’t see each others facial expressions that went along with what we were saying. It’s just such an important thing! The way your eyes speak … it just can’t be done with words.
But there are exceptions. There are people who can do it, with their words they make you understand so completely how they feel, and it’s awesome! But you know, half the time it isn’t the way they wrote, in no way attributed to their advanced literary skill, it’s just their understanding of you. I love that, and have cherished every letter I received like that cause they were more than just letters, they were pictures worth a thousand words.
But why not? Why can’t I – and perhaps we, if you who are reading this find yourself in the same boat – not write and express ourselves perfectly, leave our audience changed by our words. Is there a way one can overcome?
Well, I think there is one simple way one can do it, and I’ll prove it to you … all you have to do is write in full truth about something you are passionate about!
Do you say exactly what you feel? Probably not always. Do you always communicate, without redesigning your words, or putting it in a way you think the receiver wants to hear it? Maybe, maybe not. Do you feel that sometimes you simply have nothing to say because the subject at hand is simply boring, or at best something you have to put effort to talk about? I’m sure that has happened a lot with everyone. And don’t get me wrong, those things are a part of life, sometimes you have to hide what you feel and use wisdom, sometimes you have to be sensitive and custom what you say for the recipient, and well, boring topics are a constant reality.
But when it comes to something you know, you love, you believe in, then suddenly it’s different, suddenly it flows, you don’t have to search for the words, they’re already there.
Read a good autobiography, best one about someone who suffered for something they believed in, someone who lived to achieve a dream, or gave everything for love. It’s different isn’t it? Different then a wispy novel or pressographic news file, or political speechs filled with crocodile tear. What makes it different? It’s real!
Read a love letter from deep inside that locked drawer, a diary, one of those that had more than just the daily events (but do ask permission first before reading anything private!), a brightly colored note from child to parent, a rebuttal, a rebels cry.
Read Dad’s writing, his revolutionary truth, blasted at the system without caring what it would think of him. It changed the world!
9 comments:
Ah. I fell in love with Dr. Frankenstein's monster.
That was a sad, sad day.
Lol! And you know Tammy, I like this new alias tomspoms!
It's too bad you couldnt figure it out.
Who couldn't figure what out? Me not figure out Tomspoms or Tomspons not figure out Frankenstein?
And how could I figure out Tomspons, I am not Daniel who can guess the dream and interpretation ...
hey tomspoms is tommy. duh.
I'm dumb, I'm dumb, I'm dumb ... and I'll say it again, I'm dumb!
Why thank u!
what! i'm not tomspoms.
okay, i just wrote this and since your little thingy was about words... these are what my words say.
THE EXTREMES
So much inside that I can’t hardly breathe,
So much surpressed that I fear,
One wrong move will be the end of me,
So, all is still, but then I hear…
You and my heart remembers,
You and then I hate hate and hate love the same.
For both have me trapped in this curse.
Of loving and hating a love without name.
But when the grief passes and the tears dry,
When the memories fade and the heart forgets,
I know I’ll be thinking of the past gone by,
The past that has elapsed and now lets,
Me live again.
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