“Some use pen and paper to express themselves in writing. The true writer, even in their lack of eloquence, dips their quill into the blood of their opened heart and allows others to read their life.” Jedediah Grant
And such are the power of words.
I have friends, both male and female, who are, or were English majors in college.
Whenever I find out someone has an English or English Literature degree, I gravitate toward them.
Or one who writes or desires to write.
Because hidden beneath the surface is a story of passion, dreams, triumphs, heart break and gut wrenching events.
They have a story dying to get out.
Words are life to them.
They hang on to them as if to breath itself.
They have something to say.
But do they say it or write it?
Jennifer Weiner said this, “The difference between people who believe they have books inside of them and those who actually write books is sheer cussed persistence – the ability to make yourself work at your craft every day, the belief, even in the face of obstacles, that you’ve got something worth saying.”
I try not to take words for granite.
If I say them, I mean them.
If someone says them to me, I lock them away.
I treasure words as though they are gold, maybe greater.
Gold may thrill you for a time of temporary exhilaration.
But inspired words will cause you to exceed your own greatest expectations over and over again.
Words bring life.
Use your words to bring life to someone today.