Opinions are fluid. Opinions can change. What I thought last week may not be what I think this week.
Words are whimsical.
Words are not true.
Words are ephemeral.
Words are not historical.
Words are not truth.
Words are actions.
Words are drawings in the wet sand just before another wave comes crashing in and swoops them away again.
Words are feelings.
Words are expression.
Words can mean one thing but say another.
Words are interpreted by the reader / listener.
Words are lies.
Words are thoughts.
Words are a process.
Words are a cog in the machine.
Words are fleeting.
Words are a song of the moment.
Words are not always what people mean.
Words can change.
A sentence then isn’t always a sentence now.
Words are not evidence.
Perhaps words are evidence of who a person was. In a moment. In a certain situation. But is that person always the same? In all their other moments?
Does that person think the same? Believe the same things as they did then?
The Caterpillar: Who are you?
Alice: I hardly know, sir, just at present — at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.
Why are we so caught up on words?
What people have said to us, about us, about others?
Why do words affect us so much?
People don’t always say what they mean.
And even so, they could’ve meant it then but wouldn’t mean it now.
Situations change us, we mould to the people around us and to our surroundings.
Words are a process of working out what we want to say. Where we want to go.
It’s not always what we directly mean. It’s a way of finding out what we mean.
Words not long lasting, they’re momentary, so why do we hold on to them like wounds to our bodies? Words are just words. They are here. And then they are gone.
We judge people so heavily on the words they have said.
And from one sentence we think we know a person.
How can this be true?