I am becoming less and less satisfied with my writing. I enjoy the process that is writing, probably more than I used to, in fact, but the end product almost disgusts me now. There are so many things that words just cannot express.
Grief. What an empty, pathetic excuse for a word. The word itself doesn't understand the thing that it is meant to describe.
Joy. How can true joy ever be contained in that tiny little word. How can the indescribable peace in the midst of trial and storm ever be described adequately? How can we even try to attempt it?
Confusion. It sounds so simple, but it is anything but. I can't describe it, can't use words, because I can't understand it. Like waves are rushing around and there feels like there's no way out, but really there are multiple ways, and that's what's wrong. No way to explain it with empty words.
Love. Dare I even write about such a sacred thing? How is it that we throw this glorious word around as though it's an empty water bottle? People, this is the holy grail!
I've noticed that in conversations I have been using the word, "like," quite a lot. I used to, and then I did speech and debate and got rid of filler words such as this one, but I've started using it again because there are no words that actually fit. I'll say, "I feel like..." or, "It's like..." and I don't mean it as a filler word at all, I mean it as it is supposed to be used. I mean to say, "I'm feeling similar to..." or, "It's quite similar to..."
No words actually work in and of themselves.
So why am I trying to use words to explain this thought?
Over and out,
P.S. Just to clarify, I do not think that love is just a feeling, as maybe it looks like the above graphic implies... my thoughts on that are written here. These simple words from Pooh, though, seemed just right. <3