“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.” – Stephen King
I remember each and every single time words failed me, because it doesn’t happen so often. The bitter moments when I needed them the most, when I struggled to express what I felt and what I wanted, and most times nothing but silence came out. Other times, tears.
The thing is, words do diminish the meaning of those words we hold closest to our souls, the words that could either make us or break us, the words that define who we are or what it is we’re feeling at any given moment. Maybe we are afraid that the words won’t mean as much to the person we’re telling them to, maybe it is because they mean a lot more to us then they could possibly mean to someone else.
And, in the end, the sad truth is that it’s not the words or how we say them that truly matters, but who we’re telling those words to.
“Where have you been all my life?” you once asked her. You stared her in the eyes and smiled and she smiled back, a bit scared by what you just said.
You told her that you’d like to hold her hand.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because I could conquer the world… if only you’d hold my hand.”
She lay down her cup. She put it to the side of the table, then moved the ashtray next to it. Then she did the same with your cup. She put her hand on the table, palm up. And she said, “You’re brave, you know? To think that you can conquer the world with just one hand.”
I’m rather excited to tell you about my current work in progress; a novel called 2:22 AM. I wanted to share with you some excerpts, so you can let me know what you think. Continue reading
The truth is that at some deep unconscious level we’re all broken. The sad truth of this world is that we’ve all been broken, lied to, cheated, or left behind. We’ve all lost something and we all miss people we’ve never even met. We all attach a certain melancholic beauty to memories that never even happened.
There’s good and bad in every person you meet. There’s beauty in searching for the good parts, there’s something noble about pretending that their light is all you see. Continue reading
“For the only courage worth calling courage must necessarily mean that the soul passes a breaking point — and does not break.” – C.K. Chesterton
Courage is not only a virtue, or one of the most important virtues, or even the most important virtue that a man can posses. Courage is every single virtue at its breaking point.
One cannot be good without being brave; this virtue of his will be tested by men, will be discouraged. One cannot be ambitious unless he is brave enough to keep on going when it seems that the entire universe conspires against his desires. One cannot love unless he is brave enough to fight for that which he loves, unless he is brave enough to fight against the impulse to give up. Continue reading
No matter what happens in my life, there’s one thing I believe in with all my heart: words can shape the world. I believe in the right words said at the right time, I believe in reading someone’s words and deciding a different outcome for yourself.
That’s one of the reasons I write. That maybe once in a while my words offer someone comfort or hope or inspire them to strive for more. I write for someone half a world away to feel less lonely in their thoughts and feelings. Continue reading
“The measure of who we are is what we do with what we have.” – Vince Lombardi
I’ve wanted to conquer the world ever since I was six. That was when I began to create this grand vision about myself: that one day I would become the richest man in the world. Of course, over the years that vision changed. But still, I want to conquer the world.
But the thing is, you can’t conquer the world by way of force, by manipulating, by intimidating. That is a lesson that every dictator learned the hard way, either by being defeated or by having his legacy destroyed after his death. Continue reading
“The capital-A Automatons of Greco-Roman myth aren’t clockwork. Their design is much more divine. They’re more intricate than robots or androids or anything else mortal humans could invent. Their windup keys are their human Masters. They aren’t mindless; they have infinite storage space. And, because they have more than one form, they’re more versatile and portable than, say, your cell phone—and much more useful too. The only thing these god-forged beings share in common with those lowercase-A automatons is their pre-programmed existence. They have a function—a function their creator put into place—a function that was questionable from the start… Continue reading