“Every word is a world. Move in.”
As we envision the language of writing, and the ways in which words work together to bring life, we realize the power and mysticism behind such works.
When I was younger, I remember hearing the slogan “Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” I’m not sure when this saying came into mainstream, but I find the concept behind this slogan quite childish and immature.
The truth is words have much larger impact than just hurting someone’s feelings. Words are the page enact wars, change policies around healthcare and welfare, update the status of an individual from single to married and subsequently, change their status from married to divorce.
I love words for so many reasons beyond just writing poetry or short stories – I love them because they can bring life and health to one’s personal life.
“In the beginning was the WORD.”
Everything we know has been established by words. With this new understanding and appreciation, I value literature, I value the written word and I value it’s application.
I challenge you -who are reading this now- to think about words and their meanings and their current and past associations. How do words shape your life? How do they impact your decisions?
Read. Write. And think about it.
When you’re feeling down and you wish to feel up, just think about someone else and their circumstances. Think about their pain, and the possible obstacles they may face. The other may be facing a divorce; he might be fighting an addiction; she may be dealing with rejection, think about her. Think about him.
Think about the other.
Imagine what it would be like to kill someone. Whether you stabbed them, or shot them, think about what it feels like to deal with the pain of taking someone’s soul. Or what about the person who was raped? It’s not often we think about sex as intrusive, destructive and traumatizing; No, we often think about it in the romantic context with happy-ever afters and “I do’s.” Imagine what it feels like to not be able to trust someone again? To love and bring someone close. To love and hold intimately in your arms. Imagine.
To starve and wonder if you’re going to get a piece of bread to eat. To thirst and wonder if the well is full of water, or if the drought is one day longer, praying and hoping that reconciliation will come. Hope will come. Faith.
Sure, it’s easy to say things and not act upon them. We live in homes – we have shelter. We have jobs – we have security. We have friends – we are social. Let’s think, however, of the other side. Loneliness. Darkness. Cold. Empty. Secluded. Gone. Forever. Think about it.
I do not like talking about depression, but here I am writing about it. I believe depression is both a blessing and a curse; but only you can decide what it is for you. I choose to accept it as a blessing.
In the book of Ecclesiastes, in chapter one verse 18 it states that “For in much wisdom is much frustration, and those who increase in knowledge increase in sorrow.” (Ecclesiastes 1:18; the Bible).
The more you know the more you are susceptible to depression. It sucks. I know! But it’s a matter of life. The question is, what will you do with the knowledge that you have now attained?