“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.” ― John Greenleaf Whittier
I read through some of my older blog postings just the other day—and was amazed at what I had found.You see, some many months back I had created a 'bucket list' of sorts—a few words to help to set my sails to on days when I felt the wind would soon be gone.
And though, it seemed a silly exercise at first—in time, I began to fully realize the importance of placing a little hope into all of our words.
There's a great power in just a few simple words.
They have the power to delight us, and offer us hope, as they draw us deeper and deeper into the depths of our souls.Words are to be savored and sipped with life's feast—their cadence bringing life to the "pattering of rain as it breaks through the trees."
They are horrifying, wonderful, tantalizing, and exquisite—and they are the building blocks and mortar of these dreams we may visit.
But these words are special—as they carry the greatest meaning of all.
Because, these words right here served as my 'compass' during the storm.
Indeed, there is a great power in a few simple words—and today, I've just a few more to add to this list.
Because, this life is about living and not ever giving up.
Bonus—Just a few of my favorite words:
“I ate them like salad, books were my sandwich for lunch, my tiffin and dinner and midnight munch. I tore out the pages, ate them with salt, doused them with relish, gnawed on the bindings, turned the chapters with my tongue! Books by the dozen, the score and the billion. I carried so many home I was hunchbacked for years. Philosophy, art history, politics, social science, the poem, the essay, the grandiose play, you name 'em, I ate 'em.” ― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
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