Words often fall short and fail to convey the true meaning of our heart's desires, which is why we often feel there's something lacking when we just let words make or break any situation. Actions, more often than not, provide a more accurate way of delivering that message. Yet, ambiguity remains.
It has been a while since I had the time to write here. In fact, this weekend will be one of those extended weekdays for me (as this has always been the case lately) and work just NEVER ENDS but I miss writing. I miss combining words to become thoughts and memories with a little mix of emotions. I miss sharing my ideas apart from writing songs (which I badly want to do now to de-stress) even though only a handful have discovered this site. (I hope)
But going back to words, a recent dilemma made me rethink about the truth - that even if time rarely provides that opportunity to discover the undiscovered, to speak the unspoken, to reach the unreachable, there is still that hint of trying to convey. After all, trying means to hope even if the odds are against it. But then again, what are perfect words for when it's not yet time to say that? Or maybe the idea of time will forever remain vague? Defined, yet unclear? Indeed, a dilemma that's on loop for quite some time now.
So, when exactly is the perfect time? Today? Tomorrow? Maybe more time could prepare me emotionally before things crumble apart but waiting could be forever. And we don't have the luxury of forever. I guess the risk is still not worth taking and it's better left unresolved until the only choice left is to let go.
Now the trouble that comes with waiting and leaving things without trying are two words: What if?
Yes, words can be deceiving and no matter how much we try to capture the essence of that feeling, it never exactly reaches perfection. Like an asymptote, it gets too close to the context yet never entirely depicts it. Maybe that's why music reaches the soul - it's not just the lyrics but the melody that makes the emotions visible. Songs could reach out more than words alone. Nevertheless, for as long as this risk overpowers and clouds the truth, this remains.
I may not know what and how to react just yet but I will definitely think it through.
constantly deals with nostalgia, hope, optimism and everything in between. Mostly random musings about the ordinary, but think again. A space to remind her of a past worth remembering and a future worth waiting for.
