Sometimes I wonder if people realize the power of words. How it's people's words that make you smile so uncontrollably that people start to stare, how it's words that make you want to cuddle with your blanket and sleep for the rest of your life, how it's your words in an interview that your career depends upon, how it's the words of your teacher that can bore the life out of you, how it's someone words that can make or break your day, how it's words that sting so badly that you have trouble holding back tears, how it's words that make strangers, friends & friends, strangers, how it's words in a book that transport you to a world you're not sure really exists and yet still it's words that you use when you want someone to pass you the roti.
Even though sometimes I feel like nothing, I don't think I can justify that. I am blessed with the power of words. And words can change a life; words can change the world.
I was thinking how I'd love to live where all my ink pens disappear to. I never seem to find them once they hide from me.
It's funny how, when you lose something, all the bad memories of it go away. Or they don't seem very important, anyway. And it's funny because it's the bad things that made you wish it all just went away.
I met alot of people today. In my mind, the script is ready, the conversations are full of life and humour. But when I extend my hand to shake theirs , or wave at them from afar, I am never able to say what I'd like to. So I just end up smiling and they end up walking away. I wish people had conversations on pieces of paper. Maybe people would talk to me more often, that way.
Have you ever made a glass 'Tang' and left it in the freezer so you can enjoy a 'Tang' ice-lolly afterwards? The best part about doing that is forgetting you froze it in the first place and then realizing it when you open the freezer. Makes one happy.
And I was reading Sidney Sheldon's book, 'The Other Side Of Me.' He's written, 'I want people to know I've been here, I thought. I want to make a difference.' I find it wonderful that somewhere in the world, someone could be thinking the same thought as me.
Thanks for listening.
Love,
Me.
2 comments:
Beautifully written dear! :)
Fairy type. \m/ <3
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