Words

Life passes so quickly. Season to season, year to year, yet some moments always stand out. Our lives go through eras, the stage where we belived in. . . whatever it was. One thing that has marked my last few years has been my frustration with words. THey never seemed to capture what I was feeling, never enough joy, or the stinging pains and cold rush of tears. I write and write and write, however they never seemed to be enough. Never satisfied my desire to be understood, to be truely heard. Yet now that idea has shifted in my head as I have rediscovered for myself the joy and magnificence of words. I stumbled across the blog of a friend who writes so beautifully. His uses of words took my breath away. So simple, yet so profound. His ability to take me to another world and feel what he was feeling, to see what he was seeing. Through the simple act of setting together words to communnicate ideas, so much comes across. Yet, sigh. . . i shake my head and reread. How stupid do i sound? words. . . joy? magnificence? i write to be understood, yet there is no vailidation unless someone else reads it. Most people do not talk like this. All alone in the mist of a crowd, I still feel alone. Yet, there is something small to smile about, or at least for me to smile about. Bittersweet. . .