Have you ever thought about how powerful words are? It’s fantastic the power words can have. Words can make you happy, sad, they can tell a story or portray a message or an emotion that may make you lie awake thinking about those very words. Words can change your life. Words have great Power. Every written word has a meaning, sometimes meant just for one reader and sometimes for more than one. It usually depends on the writer and what he/she is trying to say. So tonight, as I type this crap that just flows from my mind because… well because I have to write something for this blog thing – it has been too long.
I remember in Woodchurch Road Primary School every Monday morning we had to write about what we had done during the previous weekend. I used to hate writing those stories because I did the same thing most weekends and it was difficult to be fresh and interesting week after week. What I wouldn’t give to see what I wrote back then. To read what my childish mind’s thoughts were.
Then there were other words. The words, again from my childhood, that my mother wrote my father while he was away at sea with the merchant navy. Why, years later when they were separated and then divorced, did he still keep them tied together with a red ribbon at the bottom of his wardrobe?
Earlier tonight, I spent a couple of hours putting together words to help a friend fill in an application form. Helping her to sell herself to a prospective employer using words. That’s just like playing games. The employer says you must blah blah blah and you reply yes I have done blah blah blah but without making it sound like you are copying their blah blah blah. Words! They are hard work sometimes.
I think since Woodchurch Road Primary School, words have begun to flow out of me more easily. Back then I would never have written just for fun like I do now. Even now while I have a case of “blog writer’s block”, I can still witter away about total crap that probably only makes sense to me. Again, it’s just words at the end of the day.
Then there was another time when I was in the middle of a meeting at work and my daughter, who also worked for the same firm, wrote a couple of little words on a piece of paper and we had World War III. All she did was write; “Do you think Anthony is gay?” She then made the mistake of leaving that piece of paper on the table at the end of the meeting and our manager, Anthony, found it.
Oops, another example of the power of words.