Illustration from following link where you can read more about words: http://allthingslearning.wordpress.com/tag/power-of-words/
The subject today is “words.” Would it not be incredible if all the words in our language have already been written in every possible configuration? If so, then what I write here has been written before. More than likely, not. The different combinations of words must be endless. How often has “different” been written and then followed by “combinations?” Should I have started this sentence with “could” instead of “should?” Should/could that have altered the rest of the sentence in such a way that the words have never been arranged quite in that order?
And so it goes…the meandering of my thoughts as they peruse an endless stream of words formulated in endless alignments with the intent to tell a story, solve a problem, sell of car, describe contents of a can—whatever—all the while evoking a myriad of emotions: love, hate, happiness, sadness, anger, fear or frustration. Yeah, words do all those things.
I find it curious that sticks and stones may break your bones, but words can never hurt you. I disagree. The mere exchange of words, in a precise order, can offend, upset, anger and, yes, hurt. Conflicts can always be reduced to words as adversaries each interprets them as they wish. As a result, a treaty is not agreed to or a war is waged…all based on the exchange of words.
Words are the paint by which writers create their images. How well a writer brushes his words onto the page determines how good, or not so good, an artist he or she is. I don’t believe everyone can write. Nope, neither can everyone paint, sculpt, play an instrument or sing a song. The more I write, the more fascinated I become with the process—and it is a process, often a laborious one that takes practice, lots of it.
I’ve been thinking about all the blogs—well over 100 of them– I’ve written since I started this gig last November. I can’t begin to imagine how many words I had to assemble to reach this level. No, I won’t be counting them. I was hesitant to begin blogging because I did not think I could keep it fresh—didn‘t think I had enough words. I guess I underestimated how much stuff I have stored up over the years and now it seems the inventory of thoughts, ideas and memories is almost endless as is the supply of words to express them.
Okay, I admit, a lot of this “stuff” doesn’t amount to much. Certainly, much of it has little intellectual value and the world will not change an inkling because of something written here. Nevertheless, there has been some substance to it all. Some blogs have been funny, some serious and some just…well, just…
I do not think the next 100 blogs will be the same as the first. I am not prone to fit words together, let along thoughts, in the same way twice. Consequently, what is ahead for this blog is unknown to anyone, especially me. I have no chart or agenda, no plan. I just have words—a bunch of them. All I have to do is arrange them in such a way that they tell what I have to say and you find it worth your while to read. That’s a lot harder than it sounds, especially if I want to be exceptional at it. I’ll have to be careful; I don’t want words to wear out my welcome. Note: Eliza Doolittle in the Broadway musical, My Fair Lady…
Words, words, words
I’m so sick of words
…Never do I ever want to hear another word
There isn’t one, I haven’t heard
Here we are together in what ought to be a dream
Say one more word and I’ll scream.