Word Without Meaning

Words are such a complicated phenomenon. They are simply just the same twenty-six  characters rearranged into different patterns and different ways, different lengths and different styles. When they become arranged, they immediately spark meaning, they create a picture in your mind, they remind you of something.

I mean, a person’s name is just a word, but when that word is said, you are instantly overcome with how you know that person. You see their face, you feel your feelings that you have towards them, you remember some experience you had with them. But a name is just a word.

Everything I’ve written us just a variation of the same twenty-six letters, and it’s crazy to me that this somehow represents my thoughts. Then I think about everything that I read: assignments, blogs, the Bible, literature, ect. All of it made up of the same elements, the same basic, twenty-six letters, but have all made up the way I think, and each word provokes or changes a particular though of mine.

Words are so simple, but they can have so much power and meaning.
I like for  the words that I say  to be honest and to have meaning or some sort of value or to them, rather that just be ramblings or failed attempts at sounding profound
Unfortunately, I have a feeling that my next few blogs may not contain as much meaning as I would like, Fortunately with the mass amount of blogs being posted, I doubt anyone will be reading them.