My dear friend Senam, whom I call little bro and he calls me big sis, because we have that sort of a friendship, wrote a post today that spoke to me. It is a very short post, but has a depth that touched something deep inside. Senam is a young man in Ghana, just finishing his final year at university this year, but sometimes he is wise beyond his years, and this is one of those times. Please take a minute to read his post and think about his WORDS. Thank you, li’l bro, for a timely and thoughtful post, and for permission to re-blog.
I have been thinking about words lately. About how much power they have: to empower or dishearten; spread happiness or despair; create or destroy.
I have also been thinking how often times, like a child who doesn’t know the difference between a knife and a piece of plastic toy, we wield our words carelessly especially at those closest to us, sometimes inflicting irreparable damage.
But what has most transfixed my thoughts is the paradox of words: at the most inopportune times, words either fail us or are not just enough. At those times, words are nothing more than wisps of smoke floating away in the wind, disappearing into nothingness.