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WORDS AREN'T ENOUGH

Words aren't enough

Being the kind of species which has been given the ability to speak, communicate and interact with others of our kind is a big advantage compared to other species we know. 

We can interact with facial expressions, the various sounds we make and has meaning, we have been given the mind to use alphabets and numericals to form words and sentences. We can express what we feel through the words we form. 

Often we tend to explain others about how we feel and fail to do so by saying i don't know how to explain! Or i lack the ability to. 
Whereas some believe expressing has to do with the kind of person you are, always expressive since childhood? An extrovert or an introvert? And by generalizing that intriverts can't express. 

Expressing has nothing to do with what kind of person he/ she has been throughout, its the form in which they choose to express. 

Expressing is a natural phenomenon done by everyone in some form or the others. Some don't need words to do so, they can by simply singing songs or by writing poems, or by dancing, drawing, sketching, painting, walking, running, buying, reading, washing, humming, feeding, cleaning, loving. 

It just happens! 

You don't need words to do so. 

Nobody does. 



But its undeniable to say words aren't enough for expressing your feelings. About how you feel about the flowers blooming in your garden, about how your favorite food or book makes you feel , about a particular weather where the day goes dark of clouds and its about to rain, about an emotional movie which no one even understood, about how painting your heart out makes you feel, or how do you feel about someone you love, someone you adore to the brim of your heart and love them so much it gives you tears even on the thought of losing them, about waking up with someone you want to spend the rest of your life, about feeling old with passing age, about wanting to be alive and young again, about wanting to spend some more time with your dying life partner. 


We have our languages and sentences and phrases to explain how we feel but sometimes we run out of those, even after using everything we have and we know, its unexplainable. 

There is a lot humans can experience but they can only be lived and felt and not told. 

That's the beauty of life, 

We have so much to feel, so little time, 
So much to love, such less words. 



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