Word /wəːd/ (noun) “…
Coincidence or not, but today a year ago, I had published a post, The power of Words. And I am still on that “principle carrier of meaning”.
On a recent trip to a remote branch, my team and I stopped at a farm stall. They got rid of their shopping adrenaline, while I walked the Labyrinth in the garden.
It felt peaceful, and I did find clarity in the realization that I had not made peace as I thought I had.
Yesterday morning, a fuel pump attendant called me “ma’m” and last night, a waitperson said, “Goodbye, ladies,” as we were leaving a coffee shop.
“I can’t stand this any longer,” I spewed through clenched teeth. Next to me, B turned into an ice berg.
I felt despair and utter loneliness and fervently wished I were a word, so that I could be qualified:
Then I realized: I am a word. Ambiguous.
“Two words. Three vowels. Four consonants. Seven letters. It can either cut you open to the core and leave you in ungodly pain or it can free your soul and lift a tremendous weight off you shoulders. The phrase is: It’s over.”
― Maggi Richard
It needs to be over. Soon.