Yes, we are here, once again, revisiting the topic of the ability words have to allow us to feel and experience things we didn’t know were possible.
I’m an English major, and I’m a sucker for beautiful writing. Forgive me.
As I’ve stated in the past, if I read something that resonates with me deeply, I’m going to remember it; additionally, I’m more than likely going to save whatever piece of writing it is that has snagged my attention to avoid losing it.
I viewed an Instagram reel a few days ago that I’ve been thinking about, on and off, ever since. I don’t follow the account that posted the reel, although perhaps I should, but I am delighted it decided to appear in my algorithm because of how powerful the language used in it is. The caption states that the reel is a compilation of quotes from C.S. Lewis, Laura Eden and Nagata Kabi.
“I sat with anger long enough until it told me its real name was Grief.
“I’m not a whole person and I don’t think I will ever be. Parts of me died in the house I grew up in and I visit them in dreams.
“When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.
“Loving you became just a different way to hate myself.
“I guess it’s okay to grieve about the child you could have been. How can something be there and not be there?
“How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?
“Up until then I never understood how people could just keep on living. But maybe I have a place to belong, but it wasn’t something definite, like a seat. It was flowing and formless. Perhaps inside of me. Perhaps outside of me. A reason to live. The power to live. A place to belong in this world. I think the essence of that sweet nectar varies from person to person.”
Love of language or not, if this piece of writing doesn’t make you feel something, I don’t know what will.
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