What is it that I love about reading what someone else has written? What is it that makes it one of my favorite things to do?
I believe it's for many of the same reasons as why I love to read in general. I'm sure you've seen that quote about when you fall in love with a character in a book, you're falling in love with their soul. You can't actually see them, but through the words on the page, you understand their mind, their heart, their wants. Yuri begin to know what they'll do, what they'll choose, or who they'll love. Their souls become as familiar to you as your own in that short time. It's fascinating how characters on a page can mean so much to us, and that language, something so simple and seemingly above such creative concerns, could spell the characters out for us. How can words make someone seem just as real as any other human being? It is a wondrous thing.
We are all made of words. All kinds of them, eternal varieties, strung together in phrases, occasionally standing alone. They constantly shift and change around the core of who we are. Words are the essence of us. In my mind, I picture a human silhouette, beating red heart st the core, composed of words. And what this words are makes up who they are. It's all about what words we choose to keep, and which we throw away. That's why I love to read what other people have written in the energy of their heart. It truly is as if the writer has handed me a piece of their soul. Getting to know someone this way feels strange to me, but also special. You can't always see or touch them as you read, but within your mind, you began to see the shape of their soul. And human souls are beautiful things, full of depth and darkness, light and poetry.
It is the greatest trust, I think, to show someone what you have written. Not school papers, but something you wrote because you could, because the words clamored against your skull and wouldn't leave you alone until you let them out and set them on a page. To show someone that is truly meaningful. This is why I blog. I want to trust the world, and I want them to know what my words are. I have even learned what some of my own words are by writing! These are the words that make up my soul. And to read others' blogs or writing or anything is so precious to me, because what we write reveals so much.
Writing is a miracle, for in it we discover what it means to be human. We discover what it means to be ourselves, and who others truly are in their hearts.
The human soul is made of words. Share them wisely, my friends.
