“But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.”
― George Orwell, 1984

Words. I want words to be my lively hood. I want to make people laugh and smile with the words I write on paper. I want my audience to cry with my character or yell and scream along with them. Sometimes, I even want them frustrated enough to want to scream at them and using words is how I achieve this.

When I sit at a blank page, I have complete control of what I’m writing, until the character takes over. Even then, I’m in control because I am them and they are me. So, I sit and change between sweet and mean personalities trying to convey my thoughts to the reader. I want you to side of my protagonist and I’m okay if you become slightly annoyed with them.

I try to write fresh, new ideas. Or, at least, I try to express old ideas in new ways, but I will admit that sometimes the words of others get in the way. I try to hear my character’s voice, but someone’s recent statement will be too loud in my head.

Isn’t that funny? Words can inspire or destroy you depending on how their arrangement is in the thought of the person expressing them. I think a lot of the time, words tend to be spoken without thinking. We can become so heated that we just let our mouth move. How many of us are ashamed after we speak?

Even James spoke about how the tongue can destroy a person. Why though? Why do we let it? It’s shameful how we sometimes speak. Yes, myself included. But we must be more mindful. As I’ve said before, the only story we have the details on is our own.

We cannot allow ourselves to be directed by our words. We must guard ourselves against the usage and the taking in of “wrong wording”. It’s easy to speak ill of someone when you’ve been hurt, but we do not heal our hearts by using our tongues. Yet, we all seem to be willing to let the lips dictate the status of things.

Recently, I heard some unkind things about me. Some of it I’m trying to blow off. Some of it actually hurt. It didn’t matter that the words were spoken by a stranger. And yes, I’m guilty of using my words to try to heal the stunned shock and hurt it caused.

If you know anything about me, then you know I’m writing this blog as a more therapeutic session than a directive. I cannot tell anyone what to do. I can only make decisions for myself. In my writing, I choose my words carefully. Now, it’s time to do the same with my mouth. Will you join me in taking the time to think about the words before they are spoken? Try it just for a day and you’ll see. It makes a difference!