The Power Of Words
Having hit the ‘like’ button on the page ‘Goalcast’, every now and then I stumble upon the most powerful and meaningful talks and speeches ever given from all parts of the world. Messages on women’s rights, failure, loss, defeat, dreams, aspirations, experiences, from different perspectives and viewpoints of race and culture; all are a delight to watch. I learn new things, and my beliefs on some issues of humanity are either reinforced or challenged.
Each night, I watch videos of adorable pet dogs, to compensate for the absence of our Winky, and ocassionaly after, a video of the page ‘Goalcast’ would appear in my newsfeed. It is a breath of fresh air to listen once in a while rather than do the talking. I often do the talking in my line of work, plenty of talking.
Last night, I stumbled upon a talk on the power of words spoken. The speaker (his name escapes me) said something so true: that the choice of words is equally important with how these are said. One may use the proper words for some topic of interest, yet when it is said wrongly, in a manner inappropriate; too theatrical or too blandly, the consequences may make or break the speaker, and the message put across.
It was a talk I took to heart last night. Hindsight, I have committed the mistake of saying too much, and in a manner which defeats my hope to get through people’s understanding and acceptance. I feel that I invoke fear, instead of respect; or sarcasm instead of agreement; worse, hatred instead of love. I should be more circumspect from now on. Aside from the fact that fifty is an age when one is supposed to mellow and take on positivity, I also would not want to leave welts on other people’s hearts.
Words. The power of words.
Each night, I watch videos of adorable pet dogs, to compensate for the absence of our Winky, and ocassionaly after, a video of the page ‘Goalcast’ would appear in my newsfeed. It is a breath of fresh air to listen once in a while rather than do the talking. I often do the talking in my line of work, plenty of talking.
Last night, I stumbled upon a talk on the power of words spoken. The speaker (his name escapes me) said something so true: that the choice of words is equally important with how these are said. One may use the proper words for some topic of interest, yet when it is said wrongly, in a manner inappropriate; too theatrical or too blandly, the consequences may make or break the speaker, and the message put across.
It was a talk I took to heart last night. Hindsight, I have committed the mistake of saying too much, and in a manner which defeats my hope to get through people’s understanding and acceptance. I feel that I invoke fear, instead of respect; or sarcasm instead of agreement; worse, hatred instead of love. I should be more circumspect from now on. Aside from the fact that fifty is an age when one is supposed to mellow and take on positivity, I also would not want to leave welts on other people’s hearts.
Words. The power of words.
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