“If you judge people, you have no time to love them.” ― Mother Teresa
Words are but an expression of human nature. Words are a tool towards the honesty or the deceitfulness of the human condition. Words are not the human condition, and communication is so much more than words.
I can say a very passionate phrase; one man can see it as a very romantic thing. Another can see it as offensive. A woman may see it as joyful, and a boy can be driven to tears. It is all in the intention of the message, its interpretation, and not necessarily it’s content.
Some speak through music, others speak through words, and some through painting. Yet, all these things I describe are the expression of thought and experience that combine emotion. There is no such thing as words, or painting, or music, there really is only intention
A chef can convey poetry through his craft, a painter expresses love with his brush, but the intention behind it is the same. It is the translation of their passion so others may share it
Touch, taste, smell, sound, and sight are all a language unto themselves, brought together through the understanding of the human heart.
It is the boundaries of communication that we limit each other. If a chef conveys his love to all through epicurean delights that dazzle the palate, the expression is readily accepted. Alternately, if a chef expresses his love for everyone through words, then he is open for heartache and rejection... certainly his words would not be as eloquent as his desserts. So he hides his passion for life, he hides his expression for love for all, behind the sweet deliciousness of his craft
I can say, "I love you" and you might be offended, I could sing about my love for you, and you might find it romantic, I can touch you to show you my love and you would be surprised, I could paint my love for you, and you would be inspired.
Words maybe the most dangerous form of communication. They linger within memory. In our mind, we can remember what praise or insults we receive, as if they occurred today. Distant words inspire feelings of anger, resentment, sadness and pain, that we experience in the here and now. If someone pushes us, it does fade into distant memory. If someone insults us, we carry that insult with us to our grave. We focus so much on the nature of speech, I think we often neglect understanding and using other forms of communication
Why isn't a recipe as inspiring as a sonata? Can a rose smell as sweet as a sunset? It is not that these things are not inspiring; it is that we do not pay enough attention to the world around us to be moved in all ways.
It is society that limits how we express love. It is religion that dampers its passion. But It is the individual that accepts what other men say, as fact, instead of seeking the responsibility of truth in love. Love will always find a way, except if man hardens his heart.