Don't you hate when people always discuss themselves? That really bothers me. So does a negative outlook. Yet I wear these traits loudly sometimes. When I write, it's emotional for me. It's theraputic. Writing offers a release that nothing else can, for me at least. I can voice every worry, fear, annoyance, and tear that no one else listens to. It allows me to lay my thoughts out in front of myself, to better interpret them. To organize them. Or to scramble them. Words are so appealing. Their power. Their ability. Words can bring someone joy. They can break them down. Words can inspire. Can belittle. Words can paint pictures. Words lift me up. I love to toy with them. Make them dance and sing. Manipulate them. Learn them. I value words. Words educate. Communicate. Words solve problems. Words tell tales. Speak of the past. Predict the future. Words share love. Words multitask. Speak. Write. Sing. Rhythm. Name. Explain. Sure, you can do all that too. But not without words. :)
Words empower me, and you. Sometimes I don't use them right. Sometimes I can't find the right words. Or I don't use them enough. That's when I get discouraged. More then not, my words tell my tale. Many have titled that as selfishness. Perhaps. Aren't we all to an extent?
So, I'm figuring out how this site works more as I go. Posts aren't really organized. My thoughts aren't either sometimes. Consider this your warning as far as any negative, blunt, depressing words that I share...well they are sincere. Maybe not anything you want to hear. Err, read. So if that's the case move on. I'm always open to feedback and thoughts. Honesty is appreciated. So long as some thought is put into it. And it's met with purpose.
