Doing what you mean and Meaning what you do.

Have you ever wondered why is it that the world seems flat and wide when it is actually a sphere?

Have you ever asked yourself why is it that today's words would not sound the same as tomorrow? 

Have you ever doubted on how people say or do things the way they were once known, to you at least, as something very different than that?

Have you ever questioned them then?

People do and people live. People do live in the way they do things to live. It is sad to see or witness something of your desires and yet as much as you might want to have it, it just seems too far away, or else, requiring something so great that could in fact come in handy for another course. Say for example, you were walking by a street and then this scent reaches your nostrils and it just carries you right down the street and into the front door of this little cottage with hot baking pancakes and thick rich milk in palm length glasses. You very much like and want to enter it but you stand back and hesitate. Am i invited? Is it free? Do they perhaps provide samples? And with a minute or two of thinking and reflecting maybe, you turn your back against the little brown cottage and walk away. All in the while, thinking and mostly reflecting.

Thinking  is a funny thing. Reflecting only makes you laugh cynically. But then, in reality, what is gone is gone.  Nevertheless, having gone and gone forever are two things apart. It may have gone but not impossible to retrieve it. Simirlarly, its like turning back and heading into the cottage for the pancakes and milk. Life is indeed different from one walk to another.

Today you let go of things thinking that it is for the best of both worlds.
Today you rush into with the rest to claim what is yours and proudly announce your victory.
Today you keep things unsaid to leave a heart unhurt.
Today you tell off your mind to draw the line and to avoid future predicaments.
Today you do things your way, feeling comfortable but perhaps a little insecure.
Today you act in a way not unlikely to be you, feeling satisfied, but guilty in another way.

So where is then the definition of saying and doing things you mean and meaning the things you say and do? To me, it all falls on the way we look at things and of how we intend others to perceive. Say you do not want to intrude the little cottage, bearing in mind that the pancakes aren't baked for you, and then leave, but in walking away, you regret, perhaps if you had asked for one, you might get a taste of it. And say you want to have that hot pancake and the rich milk, and you just go and get it, you might as well be given a basket full of them or even chased after with a broom.

Deep down, pancakes and milk do get along together, for the rumbling tummy!

Words

I am now currently listening to the song "Words" by Boyzone as I'm typing here.

Words! So what do they do?

It compliments.

It encourages.

It soothes.

It electrifies.

It personify us.

Simirlarly,

It critics.
It discourages.
It downgrades.
It humiliates.
It saddens.
It mocks.
It even turns life upside down.

So where do the boundaries of Words lie. A line that distinguishes a certain extent to what it means. Somehow, we fail to see the seemingly fading, perhaps, long-erased line in that it has reflected the way we live. We fumble in this dull category that we do not realise the extent of the Words we use, plainly either to mean it honestly, sincerely, intuitively, intently, or even without realization. It is the Words that we profoundly and randomly and selectively that we utter unlikely the way that we used to live, now is deteriorating miserably. Somehow somewhere, Words is indeed man's most influential creation and indeed man's most affecting aura.

Nothing too good and too bad is good. Everything needs a start and a stop. The way of saying one too much or frequent and the other of saying too less or occasionally is not what we are used of. We use these Words in times not knowing how it is able to put a shadow on one that follows that particular person for as long as the clock ticks.  We use these Words in times knowing that it will bring either satisfaction, harmony, faith, trust and confidence. We use these Words in  a way to know that everyone and everything has a limit and a boundary as well as their own Words to adhere to.

Sadly, men sometimes chooses to pin it out of their heads.

Words is the units that we use in a dialogue, a script, a poem, and even a speech.
Words is also the blesses that we give to people, animals, things and the Earth.
Words is also the curses that we slur onto these beings.

Words is like time. Once uttered, it is irreversible. As much as we know that time is like gold, how come, Words has not been associated with anything? Perhaps of its ambiguous characteristics that describes it in not being able to be compared with gold or even coal!

Words is thus like a flower. As it grows, petal by petal, stalk by stalk, root by root, it never downsizes or evolves into a bud again. Either we use this Flower as decorative item,  a gift that one appreciates and truly respects or use it as an illusion or mirage that that what is seen is not what it means.

Words are indeed words. They are indeed man's most influential creation and indeed man's most affecting aura.