Wandering Off the Point
I am in a mood to ramble. Some days I start with
wanting to express my views on something that I am
passionate about. Words flow out of my mouth, I
write quickly, making sure to imprint my thought
process as faithfully as possible. When I stop to
see if I have managed to convey my feelings, I find
that I am not even close. So I make a effort to
rewrite my views. Fluency take precedence over
meaning and what I write becomes more important
than what I had set out to write. I go off on a
tangent.
But sometimes I wonder, what if I am compelled to express my views, if I have no choice but to move you with feelings that move me, and words are my only weapon? Will I be able to put myself across well or wander off the point?
In the mean time, I can’t be bothered by my failure to convey my feelings. After all, these words are not empty. They convey something about me. They are a manifestation of my limitations. My expression on paper is as much a part of me as the idea I set out to express. What more? I know that I may have been able to express better if I knew better. A pen maybe mightier than a sword, but it still takes a person of learning to wield it.
But sometimes I wonder, what if I am compelled to express my views, if I have no choice but to move you with feelings that move me, and words are my only weapon? Will I be able to put myself across well or wander off the point?
In the mean time, I can’t be bothered by my failure to convey my feelings. After all, these words are not empty. They convey something about me. They are a manifestation of my limitations. My expression on paper is as much a part of me as the idea I set out to express. What more? I know that I may have been able to express better if I knew better. A pen maybe mightier than a sword, but it still takes a person of learning to wield it.
