It occurred to me today that what inspires me most is language. This may seem a little redundant or obvious because, hello, I am an English/Writing major and this should have crossed my mind before. And in a sense it has, but it sounded more like, "I enjoy reading," or "Writing makes me happy." Today I said it, "I live for the language." And it finally occurred to me, that everything I enjoy doing has something to do with language. Or at least has something in common with language. Reading, Writing, Speaking (Lord knows I can't shut up and talk really loud sometimes), Singing song lyrics, even worrying about how is the best way to say my everyday thoughts. At work I wonder if I am being as polite as possible while also personable and lively. When I talk to my mother, I try my best to be precise and practice keeping my decibel at a reasonable level. With friends, the people I am most comfortable with, I have the opportunity to relax, not think so much, and let my natural brain do the talking. This is when I write. When I say something that I have never heard before, I think to myself, new word arrangement or word puzzle. As if words can interlock and pull apart like magnets on the refrigerator. Essentially, making phrases is one of the first big tasks we learn and I am still interested in how far that can go.
Also, words carry meaning. We assign meaning to words and phrases when there becomes a reason for it. Then those words create different combinations with the rest of the words in that language. A million tiny puzzle pieces making different pictures using only our sounds. And when one can properly identify an intangible feeling or sense, a connection is made. A connection from sound to hearing, feeling to an idea brought forth with words.
I write down thoughts when I feel I have learned to understand something in a new way due to the way it was said. "I enjoy reading" never felt like the right way to say it. "I live for language" better describes the way I read.
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