January: Words’ Worth

Words are meaningless, words are not enough, no combination of letters or sounds despite how poetic or how good it fits together will be enough to say what we really mean. No emotion can be trapped into symbols of noise made by us, what name that is given to a rose that could reflect its existence, the blushing petals, the strong delicate roots, how all its beauty is gone once it is taken from where she belongs? What are words compared to life? How could the word “cold” and all its synonyms resemble the shivers running through you in an early winter morning? And what is “hot” when you are standing in a busy street during a June afternoon? 

How did so much get bottled into so little? How could the terms sadness and happiness express a laughter or a cry?, I find humans to be the most honest when they are laughing or crying because you can tell when it is fake or not, it is humans making an incomprehensible noises that directly describe what they feel, with no barrier at all, all people cry and laugh the same no matter what language they speak. It is no wonder we often find ourselves speechless, when the feeling or the lack of it is too overwhelming to put into words.

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I always ask myself what if we were birds and we sang instead of being handcuffed by the complexity that often fail us which we call a language? Would things be less complected, would humans not have gotten to where they are now?

Words are not enough, no language has the capability to carry what we feel, dictionaries are nothing but a stack of failed attempts. What word could carry the meaning of a loved one that death has stolen and left their place empty, how could anyone come up with a word for the striking pain of such a loss? And what word can be used to describe the comfort of being home, safe, and warm both physically and internally, to be loved so dearly without having to say it out loud but to be at the same time so certain of it, to be wrapped in it like a baby tucked into bed by their mother?

Words are nothing but empty sounds, and it is a relieve to know so, now the guilt of telling those I love how much I do so would not be as heavy of a weight to carry knowing that my speechlessness is nothing but a proof of how much I feel.