||[Sep. 18th, 2006|02:20 am]
|||||Whirring of my bedroom ceiling fan||]|
Words, I have written about them previously as well. But, their impact and their importance never really fades, from our psyches as well as our lives. Most of us never realize how much words affects others. I have seen it bring down the mightiest to their knees, pushed many a valiant warrior over the edge. Or more commonplace, pushed people into being way too loud, or way too silent. I am sure the speakers of those words never realize what its long term affects are going to be. I am so afraid to speak after hearing lots of people say lots of things, well-meant or otherwise, that if I had one wish from God, I shall ask Him to make me silent, forever. Before you short-cut a conclusion on my life and the impact of words on it, I will say its definitely not just on personal experiences that I want this wish to be granted. It is due to what I see in my everyday life, at work, at play, with friends, with colleagues, and frankly in my interaction - active as well as passive, that words are a divine gift. Most of us bandy so much that we squander this gift worthlessly.
If I cannot become silent forever, I sincerely hope that my runner-up wish be true; to make all communication be written, and whatever we type/write be read out into our heads at a high decibel level multiple times before they are expressed to the world outside. It is not as if I am guilt-free or fault-free of wasting words, but I should also be a party to the wish becoming true. So much so as I be the first person to undergo the affects of my wish(es).
Someone wrote a song saying - words are all I have to take your heart away. Sometimes, words are all I have to squander your heart away.