Monday, October 02, 2006
I am a wordsmith.
I have been called many other things - melodramatic, emotional, narcissitic, idealistic, narrow-minded, self-serving, among a plethora of other titles. But at the most base level, my craft is simply that with words - of words, in words, through words.
Some of these descriptions have been justified, some of them have not.
But as a certain monsieur V once so aptly termed, 'words are the means to meaning'.
There is so much you can convey through words that mere imagery cannot. Yes, in what must surely be the antithesis of communication, words can indeed exceed the medium of pictures.
A picture can mean a thousand words. But conversely, a thousand pictures would not suffice to fully describe all the possible meanings, implications and other emotional responses that a single word can evoke.
Just by its sound, a word can describe hatred, love, passion, sympathy, longing, sorrow and a multitude of other adjectives.
But surely there must be a meaning to all this, no?
I used to think that dreams were an end in themselves. Surely, everyone with a valid dream would want to fulfill their heart's desire - and that due to the vicariousness of the universe, most dreams would inevitably die a violent death, or otherwise they would spin out of consciousness in an uncontrollable lassitude.
No. No, dreams are merely the means to an end - what end, we must choose for ourselves.
A dream no longer dies - it merely matures, growing beyond the cramped confines that my mind had initially set out for them. A dream is but the mere embodiment of an innate desire - for example, the dream to fly isn't the literal wish to ascend the heavens, but instead a longing for freedom, whether it be physical freedom or the freedom of expression.
And like a dream, the vicariousness of human nature will never cease to exist, instead hidden beneath a mere veneer of pettiness and superficiality.
It is because man dreamed of a better life that he climbed down from trees and made fire.
May I, may we all, never lose sight of what is arguably
homo sapien's most valuable trait:
The will to adapt and survive against all odds.
Runnin' away, you can't pretend...
5:26 PM