Life of the Words

I write this as I do not know what to write about. Random ideas cross my mind. But then I think, that Life can’t be written in words. Tiny words, impotent words. For writing, you should always know what to write about. There is always some object. You can’t just write. Need a topic.

I used to think words are too important. Language is everything. You should know how to convey yourself. That’s how you can live in the world. You cannot just fool around alone. You always need someone. That someone can be anyone; your friend, relative, milkman, post man or anybody. You need words and you need grammar to survive, to ask for your necessities, food, clothes and shelter. But I am afraid to say, words are not at all useful. Life, as I experienced it, cannot be said or written about. It can only be lived. But we still try to talk about it, gossip, chit chat…speak on the phone for hours…but, to dismay, nothing is really conveyed.

How can you talk a headache, or heartbreak, Can you? Can you talk about how you felt during your first kiss? You cannot. We try, don’t we? But it’s all failure. Things don’t stop here. It gets worse. We start taking words for their real meanings. We imagine realty while we deal with words. How many times have you actually felt and meant when you said those 3 magical words to your loved one? Are those words even magical now? Words are never magical. Realty gives them the magic. When somebody is in love for the first time, and had his first kiss, heart pounding with giant beats, utters it, he probably feels it. By saying those words, he is just trying to convey what he is feeling. That gives the meaning to the words, and all the charm, innocence and virginity. But we play safe now. We just stick to words. Person in the front is also probably conditioned the same way. You say the words, his mind is conditioned to understand, you really love him. He doesn’t even think about  what you just said. He takes it for granted. He takes it for the real meaning. You dint mean it, but you played. It worked. You start lying. Your personality becomes faker everyday. You wear a lie all around you. You say things all day that you neither mean, and god forbid, nor understand? Is that what we call a life?

Life is more, friends. It is to be lived. To be enjoyed endlessly, in every little piece of moment we got. Life is short for those who spend time thinking about future and past and live disguised in lies, camouflaged. Life is eternity for ones who know how to live every moment. How to appreciate every tiny thing around us? How incomplete it would be even if the things we call, less significant, went missing? Leaves fallen on the ground are as important as the ones shining on the trees. Flowers dead are as beautiful as the ones dancing in the sun. They have their own beauty. They add something to the world. Throw them out and the world is dead. Darkness has its own beauty, just as Light has its own. Life is all around us, embracing from all sides and all corners. Words are meaningless. They just point towards something, try to convey the reality. Don’t consider the finger pointing to the Moon as Moon itself. Moon is far bigger, beautiful and divine. You should see it, for yourself.

About mohitvalecha

Mohit is an optimistic day-dreamer and romancer who gave up his 11 year old software profession experience to build his dream in Creative Writing. He writes blogs, articles, reviews, children stories, fiction and non-fiction spirituality books to promote reading and provide a meaning to people’s lives. If he is not reading or writing, you would find him making mock, cock and all other kinds of tails or playing with his charming son Krishna. His life is a love triangle with three corners being Devi, Krishna and his Guru, Sirshree. Mohit’s passion is Meditation, Heal and Help people and play “Bhi ta!” (Another form of Hide-&-Seek) with Krishna.
This entry was posted in See all Experiences by Mohit and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to Life of the Words

  1. steve says:

    I get this, totally. Even if said with meaning every time, compliments will degrade over time due to monotony, as will exciting jobs, retold stories, and the novelty that someone new brings into our life. Its cold and hard when you see your significant other turn to another person in excitement for their novelty because yours has worn off, especially if for you the novelty of them has not worn off. I am no longer new and exciting to my wife, and that sucks, but thats the natural course of things, and that sucks worse.

    • mohitvalecha says:

      thanks Steve, for sharing ur point. true, it is. the problem is not that the excitement of things worn out, the problem is us. our state of mind..things are as they are ..they dont change..only we do..our minds change..hence less attraction .. when it comes to people and relationships….still more weird..we love somebody..but we think that person as teh source of love..we feel it thru him/her..but she is not teh source..only channel…love is a state of mind..

  2. Cicely says:

    Hi Webmaster, commenters and everybody else !!! The web site was completely fantastic! Lots of terrific information and enthusiasm, both of which we all need!Keep ’em coming… you all do such a excellent job at such Concepts… can’t tell you how much I, for one appreciate all you do! My best regards, Cicely.

  3. When i absolutely liked this one, but I would come across myself personally studying it all out loud, making sure that I saw it in order to slowly to have time frame with all the writing. It can be brilliantly penned, however, not something which I could truthfully get as a result of…I wanted so that you can — along with wished to — listen up!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s