Words.

Here's my two cents on a matter. It really struck a chord a while back, so I wrote about it, and where better to post it but here?

I could write every word I can possibly think of to describe how I feel, but it will never amount to the emotions I carry. I think that's what's so great about being human. There will never be enough words in any language to completely tell about an emotion or feeling. There's so much that can be said just in one sentence, but no matter what we say it's not complete. That's why no one will ever know exactly how you feel about anything. Sure they can say, "Yeah I know what you mean, I feel the same way, I know how you feel," but they don't. They never will. It's not cynical, or patronizing that humans can't fully communicate everything, it's how it's supposed to be. It's nice. If you could say exactly how you felt all the time, it would save time, yes, but it would ruin the wonderful act of inference and slight ignorance. It's rightly beautiful that we feel certain ways and use other modes of communication to tell what our words can't. I love it. Sometimes it can be frustrating because I can use tons of pages, many many breaths, and so much energy, yet it will never be explained perfectly. I'm glad though, because otherwise, we might totally separate ourselves form others. Quit trying to use others means of communication besides words to understand complex emotions, and then we'd become cold, and lose what makes us human. Emotions and trying to understand them and letting them flow and trying so hard to communicate them is what truly makes us human. Sometimes not being capable of something is greater that being capable in the first place. It's the struggle that counts, not the result.

Have a wonderful week My Lovelies! Signing off.