Words are important.
What I wrote above are just three words, but if I sit and think about it, it is as significant as words for me.
A person really needs to think what he is saying before he speaks those words out, before it is too late. You cannot take back those words.
Words are a person’s thoughts, his mind, you can really make a person feel loved by them or you can break a person too.
Words are simply significant.
For me words are my feelings, my heart, my soul, my truth. Whatever language they may be in, it doesn’t matter, words are words, and they are me.
I speak very less in person, I like to listen more. (Because most of the time the other person does not like to listen.). But there is a reason I speak less. I think I have no right judging and forcing my views on others. This does not mean I keep things to myself, I let my feelings out too, but in a more measured and careful way. I can’t just bring myself to destroy the other’s belief, right or wrong. May be I overthink this too, as I overthink everything else, but when someone tells me something, I believe it, when someone is rude with his words, I tend to get hurt, or I think I get over-hurt; when someone says something nice to me, I get over-joyed, all because I love the words they have said. I give so much importance to those words, when in actuality they could do with a little less paparazzi. (Only to avoid getting overjoyed and over-destroyed)
But what can I say, I may be an emotional fool to say that words touch me where people fail to.
Words are significant to me.
They touch my soul.