There are only so many combinations of words out there.
Have you ever thought about that?
I did… recently. I realized that no matter how I combine words, the effect seems always minimal at best. I’m not really a creative “on-the-spot” thinker, typically. I mull over words; I plan, I borrow, and I exchange words in my writing and poetry.
But it still never comes out right.
Words carry me so far – but not far enough sometimes. The deepest corners of my heart and my mind will remain forever unspoken, unwritten… and I think that’s how it’s supposed to be. And yet it frustrates me, as if I am some child reaching for the moon who realizes that when she pulls back her hand nothing is there. I will never reach the moon with words.
So much meaning and significance is attached to words. However, they’re still just as imperfect as we are. We will never reach the moon with our hands… or our words.
That has to be ok with us. What can we really do about it? So we will attempt to convey the meaning that we need to, and it will fall short time and time again. I guess the point is that we still need to communicate, but understanding that words are finite and inadequate can help.
The next time something is miscommunicated to you or from you, realize: we are human, and our words reach only so far.
