The power of the pen is wondrous. Nothing smells better than fresh ink on a cool summer’s eve. The world revolves around stories; stories woven ever so carefully by tellers like you and me. We are the key to the past, the present, and the future. All that surrounds us is shaped by our words and the images, people, lands, and creatures that we create. We are yellowed and musty parchment, undisturbed and covered in dust. We are pixels of text, organized and splayed on a computer screen. We are the glimmering stars in the sky, and we scry into the midnight’s perpetual darkness so that we may foretell what may come and face us next.
Language constitutes our world. Language is the essence of communication. Language is that on which we thrive as one whole entity. Don’t take it for granted. Don’t scoff when you see or hear others speak a foreign tongue. Don’t let animosity for other words fester. We are all kin: English, Español, Deutsch, Français, Italiano, 日本語, 國語, русский язык, and many, many more. There may be differences in meaning, but language is a living beast that we all strive to tame. It is the way of expression; it is the way of life. By mouth or by pen, we spread our tales throughout the masses and infect those we touch, but not with disease.
The world is not so vast. When tales come together, it is realized that we are more alike than any other. Cultural differences are set flippantly aside, for they do not matter. We are all human, and ergo we all have flaws. The world is full of flaws. From these flaws sprout stories of success, of courage, of wealth, of sorrow, of love, of failure, of heartbreak, of danger, of death, and of the ongoing journey of life. No tale is perfect -- no creation ever is -- but it is only within these imperfections that we can find our true essence: the will and strength to survive, to love, to mourn, to create, and to be heard.
Pray tell, what stories do you possess, o' spinner of words? Speak with emotion. Speak with wisdom. Speak with your heart.
We are listening.