A Word by any other

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I pride myself on being a wordsmith.

I like language, I like diction, and I’m infatuated with the written word.

I bath in it, I wrap it’s warmth around me like a security blanket.

I hide behind it. Behind definition and connotation.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about language. About the meaning of words. I’ve been thinking about their representation in this world. How they provide false images or soft accuracy.

What’s the difference between “moving on” and “getting over it”

What’s the difference between “giving in” and “giving up”

Many people would shrug their shoulders and declare, “there is no difference.”

Lately, I’d disagree.

There are some relationships I’ve gotten over… and there are some relationships I will never get over, but have successfully moved on from. These relationships differ because these will always be with me. These represent a weakness or a period of my life that has shaped me. These relationships are few and far between.

And what of the other? The difference between giving up and giving in. I’ve experienced the difference between these but lack the courage to delve into it’s brutal honesty.

Perhaps another time.

But, of all the words I know my favorite is MOKITA. It’s a New Guinean word meaning: “The truth which everyone knows but no one speaks”

Now that is a powerful word.