they are just a form of communication for what actually is.
When it comes to emotions, they are only labels of that emotion. not actually the emotion. Will we ever come to realise that again?
Love is a huge example. Two people are together. They caress each other, they laugh togther, they care about each other. They make love toegther. But still, the word love is not said between them, when quite clearly, its there. And its when one of them plucks up the courage to say, you know what i love you. Does love start at that very moment that the person said those words? no. Did it start when that person started realising it was love in the head , but not telling it to anyone? absolutly not. It was always there.
Some of us talk to much. But are still afraid of words that label our feelings.
Sometimes i think weve got to stop talking. and stop thinking. Just Do. Just Feel. and if we do this, we wil be able to understand each other, just as animals do. By a look in the eye, a sixth sense in their gut, a heart positivly vibrating in your ribcage. This is emotion. This is real. This is how to live a life, alive, instead of wasting each day with words and then realising when were on our death bed, that weve been labelling our lives away.
Dont get me wrong, they can help people immensely. Hence why I write this blog, to inspire people with words. But let me tell you, if i could just stick to demonstrating goodness in the world, and how easy it is to inspire, to love, and provide as much aid as i can through only my actions, in which people would watch, learn, and repeat themselves, then not only would it be more effective, but i would also be able to reach as many hearts as i wanted in the world, no matter what languauge they spoke.
Some people use words to convince themselves of things. To brainwach themselves. And then, when they say these words to other people, they expect the right words to be said back to confirm their made up convictions.
Self pity is a huge one. Everybody has suffered in their life, one way or another. And I have noticed, with alot more people then i care to mention, that they use thier words when they are weak, and are feeling most vunrable, to tell sad stoires of themselves. Because then pity from the person you are telling it to will flow into you and you will ultimatly be more powerful, having sucked al tha perons energy away from them and possesed it for your own.
Words can be used for fun and for laughter. This is a tool that i will not deny. and the more laughter tehre is the world, the better.People find it strange that i have friends that dont really speak english. But whats said between us doesnt have to be clear - just the meaning of it does. And these friends are some of the best.
I was telling a 'sad' story in my life to people the other day - and i realised as i was telling it, there was so much laughter and positive words, that nobody in that room felt drained, or forced to show their concern or created awkward silences. it went a little something like this.....
13 years old, i was in noddy land, getting my much needed sleep for school the next day. i woke up to this sudden sound of my fathers voice... GET UP EVERYONE, GET ONE GET UP AND DRESSED NOW! I opened my eyes, to find that i couldnt really see much, smoke had filled the entire room - and i was soon to realise, the entire flat. i got dresed - but into my school uniform! (well it was the closest thing to me ) My sister christina was being too slow so i told her to hurry. I opened the door and dad told me to go to the lounge window which was open. i looked behind me, and there was one of my step brothers.... in a huge fluffy robe and 3d cheeky monkey slippers! and i thought school uniform was bad enough. my other step brother heard my dads voice, but wrapped himself in the blanket and said he didnt want to go to school today. we tried to wake him up and tell him there was a fire in the house and it was 3am morning. when he finally got the message, he got dressed and headed straight to the front door. My dads voice was scarily loud. NO HARRY NOT THE FRONT DOOOR THATS WHERE THE FIRE IS COMING FROM!. i think, by then he was definitly not half asleep anymore!
we all started climbing down a ladder that was coming from the lounge window. fred nearly tripped in his humungos slippers and my step mum, 7 months pregnant, definitly struggled. it made me think about how huge people must try and stay away from ladders, the balance just wouldnt work! us four teenagers were told to wait in the fire-engine while pen was in the ambulance. me and christina were eyeing up al the fireman - my god they were perfect eye candy for 2 13 year olds :D then suddenl i smelt something really bad. fred shouted, urgh harry, dont fart in the fire engine, theres no air in here! nervous maybe? we all burst out laughing.
After this day we had to move from B&B'S To holiday flats to houses 4/5 times in the space of 2 years. but the whole experience has made learn to survive quite happily with hardly any furniture luxerys or private space. I could basically live anywhere, be happy and still make it home.
Sticks and stones will brek my bones but words will never hurt me
Actions speak louder than words
A picture paints a thousand words
These phrases have been round for centuries - so we all know of the unimportance of words.
- Next time you wanna express an emotion try showing it instead of saying it - the effect is so much stronger.
- Feeling sorry for yourself is only a state of mind. Every one of your sad stories can be be broken and manipulated into spreading laughter and happiness - try it, youll only have words to loose :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wmgTH_Oe5M&feature=related
The song of this blog
