Words Are Magic

Whether the musicians or scientists said it, words and quotes have always been one of life’s greatest gifts. Understanding words have always been very difficult. I, myself enjoy reading and quotes always stay with me. I like them written on my journal, on my wall or in any notebook I have because whenever I read them, I remember what journey I had when I read that book or what song I listened to at that moment.

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I know about not less than a thousand songs in my head. I’ve read a lot of books and poems and it is amazing how those words are stored in my mind. I’ve also been called a lot of things in my 22 years of existence and it just shows that not all words are perfect. However, having read and understand a lot of lyrics from songs gave me a boost. Even a simple “Stay Alive, For Me” helped me through my days and mostly nights.

Even this photo uplifts me (Image from Tumblr)

Words are complicated but there’s beauty in them too. They have this magic that you never knew you needed. You’re having a bad day or having the time of your life? There’s always quotes for those. There’s also this specific sentence that just sums up your life, well, maybe not entirely but you know what I mean.

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I love quotes. I may not make one as good as the ones that I know but I can always use them and make many mistakes with them. What’s important is that they stay. Words are wonderful. They’re not all good but they’re also not all bad.

Did a quote just magically appear into your head?

 

✨ Pauline

Said and Done by John O’Callaghan

How often do you look back?

Really reflect on what you’ve done.

The insignificance of it all.

Pointless arguments, inside jokes, funny haircuts.

But do you ever wonder how you will be remembered?

Or if what you’ve done and what you’re doing means anything at all?

What will your songs sound like when you’re dead and gone?

Will tears fall when the last note is sung?

And how will your story be told?

And will your words leave a bitter taste in their mouths, or will they even remember you at all?

Compassion.

The concept is rather simple.

Most know what it means to be civil, but there truly is a fine line between sweet and sour.

Give too much of yourself away and you’ll be all used up, not enough and no one will be around to share this with.

So what is it that motivates us to be better, gentler, more refined?

I’d like to think it’s those close to us, close to the heart and soul.

Those who carried you to the car after you puked on their shoes.

Those who took the blame for breaking the window when it was you who cast the stone.

Those who will be by your side when reality knocks on your door, both good and bad.

But more importantly, those whose stories you will share with your kids, and grand-kids, and their kids, and their grand-kids, in hopes to somehow keep this all alive.

Chivalry, decency, kindness, compassion, desire, strength.

How will you be remembered?


Another poem by John O’Callaghan to get me through the night.

 

❤ Pauline