Words.

Words.

Words are what get us by every day. Or at least me. For I don't know a coffee place that would take my order without me telling him what I need. Or even at school. How would one know an apple is in fact an apple unless the teacher told us it is. A rose would perhaps still smell the same if it had a different name. But Shakespeare wouldn't be able to point that out if he didn't have the right words; could he? This I reckon is the magic of words, being able to express exactly what one wants to say, you just need to know the right words. But what if you don't have the right words, after all words are not as easy as "A double espresso please" or "Hydrogen and oxygen makes water." 

Lately I have come to realize that words are not as magical as I used to think they were. For I have come across certain times in my life when I could not find the right words no matter how hard I tried. And no matter how 'exquisite' and 'fancy' words I tried to come up with, (the ones you read in books but never use because who says things like aberration for instance), when I rolled them off my tongue to express how I feel, they sounded superfluous, even vain. 

For which word can even begin to express the feeling you felt during your first kiss when your heart was pounding so hard it could rip out of your chest and fly off just because your first love's lips almost seemed to melt yours. Amazing? Awesome? Beautiful? Somehow they all just seem dull. And how can they not, for when you're life is painted with more colors than a rainbow and no heart breaks have touched you yet; when you feel immortal, invincible.

And what about the feeling of the air knocked out of your lungs after witnessing your first heart break. Like a glass that has shattered to a million pieces.

And when your folks are proud because you got your first job? That sigh you let out, because life seems perfect right now, and at least at this moment, you couldn’t ask for anything more. Content, happy, perhaps. But somehow, they don’t seem enough to express what you’re feeling.
Or even the feeling you get after you get to pee after holding it for what seems like an eternity. That sigh you let out!

So I have realized words while indeed magical, are inadequate in the most magical moments that life offers you.  And while, I could try to come up with words to express how I feel, I have learnt better than wasting my breath on the futile exercise. So while I might chat with you all day, remember, if I shut up, you have created a little bit of magic in my life.

P.S. A lot of backspaces were used to find the right words. But I still believe I couldn’t find the most adequate ones.