Words, words, words. The word “word” is one of those words that if you repeat enough times starts to sound like something fake. Today, the idea of words is on my mind. I always have something to say, have thousands of thoughts running through my head. Sometimes these words fill up my brain and I have to rant or write (something like this) in order to get them to calm down a bit.
Today was definitely one of those days. I couldn’t stop the flood of words leaving my mouth. It got to a point were even I wanted myself to shut up, but I just couldn’t. I think sometimes our brains are just on a different track than we are. And that’s ok.
I know that I’m stressed out. It seems like I have a billion things to do yet it also feels like I’ve done nothing of significance yet.
I plan to change that.
I already am changing that.
But change takes time. And words, words are the things that’ll get me there. Words are always there, consistent in that way, they have the power to change everything.
Words can be negative. Though I’m trying to think of those ones less, there are times were I just have to accept them.
Words have different weight and different meanings (and this differs for each person) and those factors are something that’s constantly fluctuating (they’re not consistent in this way).
I’ve re-read three books this week. It’s amazing to me how the same words, in the same order, can make me feel something so different than what I did when I read them initially. I probably read and re-read too much (if that’s possible, I don’t think it is, my mother probably disagrees). But there’s something about re-reading that I love. That feeling of understanding something that confused you the first time around, catching a detail that you hadn’t before, already knowing what’s going to happen yet still feeling excited to see what happens next, that feeling is incredibly therapeutic to me.
Am I good with words? That’s debatable.
In terms of writing, I’d like to think I’m pretty good (well isn’t that sentence ironic). I mean I’ve always loved writing. Sometimes I feel like when I write, words just pour out of me without me needing to think about them. Like the things I need to say have already formed themselves into their own little stories and are simply being translated from my brain to whatever I’m writing. Other times, I feel like I don’t have the right words to explain what I’m feeling. Like what I’m trying to say won’t make sense, sometimes even like I haven’t fully grasped what I’m trying to say/ what my brain is thinking yet. But that’s also ok. Cause it’s that figuring out and that thinking that has made me the person that I am today. It’s probably the reason why I’m always so passionate about everything (also a good and a bad thing), and is the reason I have so many opinions.
So here I am. A million thoughts about thoughts themselves flooding my brain, writing them down to try and grasp onto some sort of meaning.
I hope that one day my words can help others. Until then, I’ll keep reading and writing and feeling and talking and all the things that make my life what it is.
Until next time y’all,
Word.
Life Blogs With Noor 