December 2013 [edited]
This was originally posted on my former blog.
‘And I wrote because I couldn’t keep these words inside anymore’
If I’ve always wanted to do a millions things- there’s one thing that never changed : I wanted to write. In a way, it was more like I needed to write.
Some days ago I wrote :
”Some people fall in love. Some people fall into drugs. I fell in words. It was like each time I thought I found the perfect word arrangement, I’d find another one that would prove me wrong. I would always find some other sentence that would make my mind go crazy in the best way, that would totally shake my atoms and give me a shot of awe. It was like being on an endless quest for the perfect word combination; an endless quest that should never be won, but always pushed forward. Words would speak to my soul, and awake part of it in a way that I never thought possible. What kind of sorcery did some little scribbles could hold for them to talk to one’s soul like that ? They would transcend time and place, bringing their gifts to whoever was open to it. I fell in love with their magic, their amazingly surprising mystery, and more than anything else with how they made me feel. I really fell in words in a sort of addictive way that could never be overcome.”
Theses few lines carry a big part of the essence of Why I like to write. Words are some sort of Magic we all can fall in
I read this quote one day [sadly I can’t remember what it was exactly or who said it ] that basically talked about this idea of how thanks to little scribbles * we can carry meaning that will transcend time and place [In a way words are a sort of time machine right ? You can read what someone who died hundreds of years before your birth and that was living on the other side of the planet wrote ]. Isn’t this truly amazing to think about ?
* If you think about it, truly, words are just lines arranged in a certain way and only carry the meaning that was placed on them. We agreed that some lines arranged in the ‘A’ form would be pronounced a certain way and that if we put it with others scribbles that are placed in a certain order, like in the word ‘Apple’, it would then be pronounced this way and mean this – in this example ‘the round fruit of a tree of the rose family, which typically has thin green or red skin and crisp flesh’ [thanks to the dictionary for that one]; but if we break them down,they are only some sort of weird lines arranged in a certain order ).
Well of course, you have to be willing to carry meaning via the words you use, way too often we use words in a sort of shallow-y way that makes words become emptied of any meaning.
Something else with words, is that they ask to be heard, to be shared.
Some weeks ago I was talking with a friend about Art. Art in the Big Sense, as in ‘Creation’. We were saying that maybe being an artist simply meant being a creator. That maybe being an artist simply meant To Create, in all forms one can; and thus to make of your life a Piece of Art. To put what your heart wanted to create in motion.
We continued the discussion on how Art, and Words, maybe needed to be shared to fully exist.
When you create something, you bring in 3d-manifestation something that only existed in your head-space at first, you put it here in our 3d-world. Does it finish here ? Would it really be creation if it ended here ?
If someone see what you created, if this person relate to your creation, if the creation make this person think… the creation, that is now in 3d in some way, bring some more ideas and thoughts, or just impressions and feelings, that are non-3d ( just like the idea that made you create this creation at the first place) into motion. In this way, maybe you create a cycle ( non-3d, 3d, non-3d) , bringing in more thoughts, more awareness, new feelings, new impressions… You create expansion !
And maybe you inspired someone to go and share also, then creating a ripple effect of creations and expansion ! Isn’t this amazing ? Isn’t this magical ?
I could go on and on about Words.
For example that words carry vibrations and all what this implied.
Or that I struggled to choose what name to use to sign this post with.
I could also talk about why I prefer to write in English, even though my native and everyday language is French.
I could talk about so many others things related to words.
But I think that I shall stop this post for now.
‘You’ve got the words to change a nation but you’re biting your tongue,
[…]If no one ever hears it how we gonna learn your song’
[ Read all about it –Emeli Sande]
[All ‘Archives’ posts are posts I wrote long ago, posted all around the web, and that I decided to group here as keepsakes ]