Words left unspoken..
Three word that can have multiple meanings with differing levels of weight. Can be positive, negative, condemning, liberating, bring chaos or peace.
While words that are spoken can do all the same as those left unspoken. The freedom and peace, the simple dumping of what is on ones mind...can be the calming that therapy of any kind can bring.
Writers write to get whatever the story is out of there head, off their mind and onto paper or format.
Singers sing their stories.
Speakers speak it.
Artists draw it.
Painters paint it.
What we do and how we do it...tells a story whether we want it to or not.
Some of the most historic works of art were completed by a mere subject who needed to get something out of his or her mind. Whether its writing, singing, photography, painting, or just sitting still with your thoughts, it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks or says, its your art, your skill, your story.
Tell the world.
You never know who may need to here it, you never know who's life you just might change forever. Change is good, no matter how bad it may seem to be in the moment. Its what you may need to move to the next phase of what the universe has in store for you...if you will it.
Sometimes it takes an earthquake to move mountains.
Hell to find peace in heaven.
Chaos to have the calm from the storm.
Shaken to be motivated to improve.
Its what you make of it all that matters. You can stay emotional and stuck or you can rise up and grow. Its all up to you. And only you. You are the creator of your story. No one else. Sure there are events and people who have roles in your story...the chapters, the ending...no no, thats all you.
The kindness I have longest remembered has been of this sort, the sort unsaid; so far behind the speaker’s lips that almost it already lay in my heart. It did not have far to go to be communicated.
– Henry David Thoreau
There’s a power that comes with silence. I had grown to fear the unsaid thing. So it felt like a release to say it-to admit that the risk wasn’t just inside our walls-it was inside my skin. I was willing to claw, scratch, and bleed until I’d found it.
– Ally Carter
I still grieve for the words unsaid. Something terrible happens when we stop the mouths of the dying before they are dead. A silence grows up between us then, profounder than the grave. If we force the dying to go speechless, the stone dropped into the well will fall forever before the answering splash is heard.
– Faye Moskowitz
If you love someone, tell them...Because hearts are often broken by words left unspoken.
-Pamela Daranjo
Life is what you make it. And that my friend is on you.