The Life of Words

It is interesting how we can sit and spend countless time looking at words that mean nothing. We spend time all over the internet scouring for answers that have no affect on our lives.

Yet words, true words, emotional, pivotal, powerful words are around us waiting to be unlocked, waiting to give way to broadening our own horizons more than 180 characters can give us and the "kbyes" of the world share.

We have the opportunity, thanks to the internet, to share meanings and emotions, thoughts and theories, a connectedness and longing. We have the opportunity to use those words to better our world.

For the life of words were meant to exist to help us all learn the lessons we are meant to learn. Whether they are their to share our sorrows, open up about our concepts of the future, or marvel about the miracles of the cosmos. Those words are around to answer the questions we need answered, sometimes without us even knowing it. 

Yet so many of us, myself included sometimes, in fact more times than I would like to admit, sit idol and foolishly look after words that share no meaning, reading articles that tell us nothing, looking at news that solves nothing, and sharing in foolish small talk that gives no more consideration to the world around us than garbage mounds better our environment. 

Words are meant to be shared to get to know one another. Not just the "how are you's" and the "we should get together soon's" but the act of melding minds and connecting souls, the ability to search deeper into the subconscious, farther into the realm of possibility and give hope for the future that without those words, we would never get to. 

Chatter keeps you on even ground. It keeps you right where all those zombies you see in your day to day life are. There is no where to go but to look around and wave hello. But when you dive deeper, look harder, question more, you have the chance to teach yourself how to soar. God gave us words and it's our job to put wings on them.

It is our job to watch as they become something bigger than ourselves, mold us together and find a way to impact each of us in the best possible way. Yet often times, they are used as slander and nothingness... making them so much less than what they could be. Taking the wings and ripping a feather off at a time. Instead of bringing us together and making us stronger, we are using those words as a weapon and making the life of those words meaningless. 

The Frozen Tin Man

I haven't written in ages. I fell like the Tin Man, in the beginning of the Wizard of Oz. I am frozen in time, with a job that so long ago I was meant to carry out but the stress of life acted like rain and froze my body in the middle of great achievement and I became nothing but a has-been, an old relic and nothing of my former self.

The aches and pains of trying to reconnect with what I was once so good at, groan with an audible sound. The ideas no longer sputter to life at the touch of a thought and the joints that once exploded with visualizations lost in time lay fast asleep not knowing how to do what they do best, not knowing how to be told... not knowing how to come to life.

Yet this Tin Man can rebuild. It will take effort, hours, tears and constant learning but it can be done. Eventually those pieces of myself will move again. Eventually I can walk in the world of letters and words, I will be able to tear down trees full of information and dissect them into stories of great wonder and awe. I will one day retouch the realm of everything... this interconnectedness with the world around me, where words come to me without conscious thought and ideas are just meant to be born and misconceptions meant to be torn down with my axe.

I may need an oil can of new ideas. I may need scraps of paper thrown into the fire as my writing groans with uneasiness from so long of not using it. But eventually those moans will turn into whimpers and eventually those too can fade.