I have written about words earlier. But just like love, the art of communication is so complex and mysterious that any attempt to capture its essence generally fail.Words have the power to pierce through your heart. They are alive and can transform your There are words that break you into pieces or give you the wings to conquer the world. The words that hurt the most are the ones uttered by your loved ones. They stay captured in your heart, echoing through the years and battering your heart with a renewed energy. They have the power to well your eyes with tears, they have the power to make you smile and at times even laugh all alone. They can comfort you or make you feel all alone in the world depending on whether our minds colour it either with love or with suspicion. They have the power to mutate into something quite different than what it was intended to be.
All of us go through phases in our lifetime, when we feel weak and seek reassurance either from the power above or from our loved ones. A wise friend of mine once said, we talk to God, because he doesn't reply back. It is true. Most of the time, we just need someone to hear us out, to let us express our fears. We don't necessarily seek a solution to our problems, and definitely not judgement. All we need is reassurance that everything will be alright. We seek hope, we seek unwavering support and sometimes kind words are just enough
There was a time, kids grew up reading fairy tales. I know I read hundreds of Mills and Boons and Barbara Cartlands. The words in those books definitely skewed my perception of romance. But at the same time, they were words of finding goodness, finding hope even if it was the shallowest love possible.Youth should be brimming with hopeless optimism. Children should grow up believing that life is full of possibilities. Read to them books that let them dream, dream of worlds that are possible only in their imagination. Let the words mould their minds in believing life is good. People are good. Let time and experience reveal the truth whatever it may be. Spread the word of hope, of goodness when you talk to them. We need more fairy tales, we need more beautiful endings.
Words are powerful. Tell someone they are beautiful, tell them they are loved. No one was ever offended at being felt wanted and desired. Tell your kids they are smart, capable. Leave the harsh words for the others - for they will be hearing it often in adulthood.
Ensure that the words we tell ourselves are kind too. It is very easy to distort our perceptions of ourselves. We become what we believe.Reassure your loved ones that they can depend on you, when the time comes. Use words kindly and it may heal a heal heart.
There was a time, kids grew up reading fairy tales. I know I read hundreds of Mills and Boons and Barbara Cartlands. The words in those books definitely skewed my perception of romance. But at the same time, they were words of finding goodness, finding hope even if it was the shallowest love possible.Youth should be brimming with hopeless optimism. Children should grow up believing that life is full of possibilities. Read to them books that let them dream, dream of worlds that are possible only in their imagination. Let the words mould their minds in believing life is good. People are good. Let time and experience reveal the truth whatever it may be. Spread the word of hope, of goodness when you talk to them. We need more fairy tales, we need more beautiful endings.
Words are powerful. Tell someone they are beautiful, tell them they are loved. No one was ever offended at being felt wanted and desired. Tell your kids they are smart, capable. Leave the harsh words for the others - for they will be hearing it often in adulthood.
Ensure that the words we tell ourselves are kind too. It is very easy to distort our perceptions of ourselves. We become what we believe.Reassure your loved ones that they can depend on you, when the time comes. Use words kindly and it may heal a heal heart.
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