…is that they are just that – a bunch of letters that are composed of sounds that came from the minds and mouths of humans and is what we use to build our worlds. Words build words, and therein lies the problem.
Is there anything more empty and malleable than something that cant even be touched?
The media industry is such a strange one. I see the influence of words on a daily basis, while at the same time living the superfluous of them.
What is love?
What is truth?
What is this meaning of life that we all seem to search for so voraciously?
Too often I see people (especially of the younger variety) who harp on about how they “don’t care” and don’t “give a fuck” about society or anything and YOLO and other such fun acronyms. Yet the sadness and restlessness they display seems to belie what they say. They appear to be discontent with their lives and their words are their only solace.
They are living lies. Yet who are we to judge when the lies that we live are not as openly lived? No better, I’d say.
How does one judge someone who smokes marijuana for their escapism when one uses books, people, sex and other forms of numbing as their escape?
One does not. One probably should not.
But all we have are the words which tell us to, and not to, and the words which help us decipher the ‘right’ from ‘wrong’.
The problem with words is we think they are all we have, instead of trusting what feels right. Even sayings like “Trust your gut” are only enabled through the words that comprise that saying.
So what does one do? Who knows. But I’d suggest starting with fucking shit up.
Not saying yes to what we are taught. Questioning. Learning new and unlearning old and questioning norms. When someone asks you something, look at the words as they float out of their mouths and think about what they mean. And if you do not like it, rewrite it as it hangs in the air before it clashes with your consciousness. Tired of the same old story? Then do it over. Write your own.
Or maybe I’m just dreaming of an ideal word.
<p>Author <a href=”https://plus.google.com/102128103971030481396” target=”blank” rel=”author”>Jerome Cornelius</a></p>