Something I Said

This is something I wrote about words a long time ago. I thought I would share it with you, to see how many writers would agree with me. 

     Words are more than just a means of communication. Words can finalize, enact, initiate, create, provoke and astound. Though both the spoken and the written word is in itself an art form, it can perhaps better than all the others, describe and do justice to its fellow creations. Love and laughter are induced first by the workings of the tongue, while hate and betrayal are never certain without a few scribblings or sayings. It’s one of the rare things that every human can understand, yet it goes without saying that not everyone fully appreciates its power. 

     Music, art and dance, many marvel at, yet so few speak those languages and converse with it themselves. Like a child receiving their first piano lesson or dance shoes, everyone to an elementary extent at least, knows some of the majesty of language. For those who take an interest in something else, they only know they cannot exceed without either the written or spoken word. They consider it as essential as a bodily limb or daily victuals, often taking it equally for granted.

      Yet for the wordsmith and the writer, words are ravenously sought after as a means and gift to express themselves by the medium which they first learned. Be it to relieve an unspoken struggle or to gift to the world a story, thought or victory which would be so much sweeter shared. Words are immortal. The need for them will both literally and artistically always required. The meaning behind a piece of music or a well-crafted sculpture can easily be forgotten or warped by sad interpretation without word to confirm, deny or explain.

      And it goes beyond necessity.

      Emotions are guided by them, and the greatest moments and milestones could not occur without them. Of course, a well-executed action, laugh or look might more effectively convey, yet those mere deeds mean nothing without prior speech. Words woo the woman and affirm the man. They make a hazy thing certain, destroy what is already crumbling and complete a hope which was once mere. Spoken, written or signed, words acknowledge beauty, verbally spit upon wrong and sometimes cry better than tears.

     Words are life. To go without would be to perish. With them, the blind see, the deaf hear and the mute communicate. For the average man or woman, they are a nice necessity. And for the artist, they are a gift to humanity. Words preserve moments that deserve to be remembered, voice the things we feel and make a picture.

      Words are wonderful, you see. But more than that, they have power. A power that cannot be casual, and that is why the wordsmith cannot lightly employ them. For with words, one can wreak more calamity than what is imaginable and with words, we can breathe life into the dying and remember the dead. 

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