Today I was reminded of how I love words. I enjoy playing with them and asking questions of them. I love puns. And now I feel I want to write.
I realise that in talking, and from reading and writing, I'm often trying to understand or express experiences, or to find solutions. To make life fit words is an impossible task. It reminds me of an eye test I had when I was very young. I was asked to look through the eye pieces of some optical instrument and move the handles so the lion went into the cage. I got so far, and then the lion or the cage disappeared.
On reflection, playing with words, questioning them and trying to express feelings, thoughts and happenings, in speech or writing, is my way of making sense of life, my way of finding meaning and purpose.
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