I collect things. I collect a lot of things. But some of what I collect are words. I love words. I love them so much, I scribble them down in an on-going collection of Moleskine notebooks. Yes, it’s an addiction. One I’m happy to feed on a daily basis.
Words, like many of the things I collect, enrich my life. Because words are endlessly fascinating, they hold power, the power to sway, to make you laugh, to make you cry, to make you stop and think. They have the power to uplift, to change, to mutate us. They’re beautiful, and poetic, singly or in multiples.
Through words, we live each and every day; we describe, we share, and yes, through words, we even fall in love.
But don’t forget, words can also cut, they can hurt, and they can destroy. Every word has meaning … so choose your words carefully, make your words count; fashion them. Polish them. Perfect them. Because, with words, you tell people who you are.