I thought I was good with words.
Turns out I SUCK at them. In every way imaginable.
They have power…and one of them — just one — can drop like a ton of bricks in the worst places possible. After years..and years..and years of thinking I had this down. this realization is a smack in the face.
I often think about what the punishment should be for the irresponsible use of words.
When kids are bad..one way to deal with it is to take away one of their favorite things for a time. In missing the value of that “thing”..they understand there are consequences.
What if…a person who values words were denied the ability to speak? How immense would that word value become? How much more carefully will those words be chosen the next time?
It depends solely on the user. Words have their place. We all must communicate. But to rely vastly upon them is unreliable — even ’empty’ in a way.
It makes me rethink many aspects of my existence. What I now see is that the last 30 years of my life (and if you know me, you know exactly what that refers to) has ultimately done me more harm than good in totality. That 30-year relationship may have to be re-thought to make things better.
Can it happen? Certainly…but it will be — in a word — difficult.
Remember the adage we heard as kids:
“Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”
Not entirely true. The wounds from sticks and stones can heal. The scars from words can remain for a lifetime.
I’m done with words.