There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein. ~Walter Wellesley "Red" Smith
I remember the excitment of learning a new word.For me, it was like discovering a new word.Playing with the letters like they were little humans, with a soul and a heart.They were speaking to me, saying out loud their place in the word, like humans have a place in the world.I was becoming a friend of those words, some were so beautiful to me that i would repeat them for days.You would hear me talking by myself, saying the same word over and over again.It was like a game where the most beautiful words for me would be the winners.And day after day, i would discover other words.Other winners.A never ending game.
Some would not find anything special in a word.
"It's just a word.We use them to speak.Nothing more than that."
But i find beauty in those words.Beyond their meanings, there is beauty.In my opinion, every word is a flower.Lucky those who have a garden.And, sometimes, a word that has its letters arranged like there was a war, with nothing nice in the way you pronunce it or write it, has a meaning you could never think of.Others are such a pleasure to pronunce, yet their meaning couldn't have been more insipid.
In the end, i still find every word as a different world.And being able to play with them, that makes me feel so good.No, forget that.Good is not enough.I feel likge a little God.There are so many words waiting to be discovered, used and to have their beauty revealed, that time is not enough.Seriously.
I find this the most amazing thing in the world.We would be anything without words.Some things won't need words to be described, but those are few.For everything else, words are more than necessary.Like air for us.
And if Med students have coffee running through their veins, i have letters running through mines.