I wanted to write a song but if I would, there would be no rhythm, no melody, because that is not a part of me. All I have are words. Words that may bear meaning. Words that may even be useless.
Staring at a blank sheet, you’ll never know what’ll come to you. People tell me I’m good at this. People tell me I’m good with words. But I think I’m only good at it because it’s easy. Words are easy.
Some even say words are cheap. Somehow, that’s true. In other ways, it’s not. Sometimes, words are the only thing standing between you and misunderstanding. Sometimes, it’s your only way to reach out.
Words are the ones separating us from all the creatures walking on earth. Scientists say that’s what makes us so smart. But if that’s true, then why do we sound so stupid when using it sometimes?
People get tongue-tied. Times when they want to talk but could not find the right words. People get struck by silence. Times when they know the right words but prefers not to talk.
It’s a crazy thing. People and words. Sometimes, they’re the best combination. Other times, they’re the worst.
People can be careless. They can say a lot of things they don’t mean. And it’s during those times that words become a dagger. A dagger that pierces directly through the heart.
When words linger, they can cause pain. But most often than not, that pain is exactly what you needed to be better. And as people are realizing lately, the most painful words bear the utmost truth.
It is believed by many that words can set you free. But let’s not forget the fact that words can haunt you as well. They bear freedom just as much as they bear regret.
Words are a complicated set of things. It can set to action what once were merely thoughts inside someone’s head. It can create ripples of diverse emotions flow through someone’s system.
I’ve been writing for a long while now, and one thing I do know is that words will always be a double-bladed sword. As much as you can use it as a point of attack, it might just turn around and hit you back.
That’s why you never hear anyone call a writer, a word master. For whatever we do, we can never put ourselves above words. We, as writers, are and will always be servants of the literature world.
At most, we’re called wordsmiths. We harness the power of words through the force of our emotions and experiences, just like a blacksmith forges iron through heat and water.
We take the risk of opening our own lives whenever we write. We expose our deepest selves in order to create pieces for you to read. We immortalize a moment, a person, an emotion through words.
That’s just simply what we do.
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