Speak now.

Beautiful words evoke emotion, that I very strongly believe.  Some day I hope to be able to tell stories in a way that force people to stop and reflect, to think about things that they've never thought of before, to remember wonderful things that they had forgotten, to take them to a place that they've never dreamed of before.  I want to be the person who shows them that new place in their mind, even if we never meet.

I wish that more people read books. Not just for educational purposes, but for satisfaction of the soul.  Stories that take you away, poetry that creates beauty in things that you merely walk by on a normal day, novels that speak volumes about feelings that you didn't know that you had because you couldn't find the right words to express them.

I admire quiet people at times, for they always seem to be in tune with themselves.  If more quiet people wrote down their thoughts and expressed themselves to the world, they could make such a difference.  Even stories like Twilight that have grown into huge obnoxious franchises, started out as merely a story in someones mind that they hoped would reach out and touch people.

My Grandfather once told me to never be profane, for there were too many words in the world to use the same few out of frustration and laziness.  He told me that I was too smart and creative to let myself fall into society's linguistically challenged trap.  This always amused me, because he was a man who rarely spoke, but he did read and he kept a journal till the day he died.  I would remember sitting next to the fireplace listening to him tell stories about my ancestors, riding across the country on horses, stories of him growing up in the south and on the run because of his father's criminal mob involvement. Listening to how he left and made a life for himself, hopefully one day my life's story will serve as at the very least entertainment for my own grandchildren.

People often think that their thoughts don't matter, a speculation that leaves us living our life day to day without giving us a chance to reflect properly or prepare for the future.  I have little hope for future generations who do not have the sensibility to learn from the past through words, nor do they have the vocabulary to properly express themselves.

Hopefully some will learn the magic of reading, and spread the word little by little every day.  Be one of those people.

Love,
Alice.