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Our Use of Words
Dug this up from some freewriting last semester...no idea what to categorize this as or if I want to implement it into some other piece...
Here it is...
You know, it's true, right - words really are hollow and meaningless. The actual words we speak and use to write with are nothing more than little doses of medicine for healing what's bursting from our hearts.
I mean, saying "I love you" means absolutely nothing unless it's accompanied by some greater physical truth. Saying, "I believe in God" means nothing unless we feel this intangible connection to something beyond humanity. Writing, at even its highest inspiration, can never be as sublime as the miracles of life itself.
And we know this because our lives aren't measured by what we can write or talk about. They're measured by the unexplainable moments we can't get down on paper or out of our mouths.
But what makes us human....what makes us human is having the unrelenting desire to wrap our words around these moments; to chase impossible dreams like a child running through the sands of time. We all want to get closer to that unattainable harmony of language and soul. We know we can never touch God. But we can do our best to relate.
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Life is the hell you make it.
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