words, words, words

Words. No, Language.
Language is an amazing thing.
You can convey almost any meaning just by stringing together a few words in a way that another, or others can understand that same meaning.
Just a few simple words can hold an infinite amount of meaning. Concrete meaning, that everyone who understands the language will take away that same meaning. Implied meaning. Personal meaning. Intimate meaning. Multiple meanings.
What I've come to realize this last week, while dwelling on all of the shit-storm that is my mind (See, Anxiety...) is that words are one of my favourite things.
I know that sounds strange, but I'm going to try to explain what I mean.
Like I said, words can hold many meanings. Strings of words in a sentence, novel, text message, phone call, or face to face conversation. The meaning that one person is expressing can be understood or incorrectly understood by the other person or people. They can be misleading. They can be hurtful. They can express all of the love, kindness, and gratitude that a person can imagine.
The fact that a person can express themselves, and that words can hold so much meaning... It just warms me inside. It makes me feel connected... and for someone who often feel disconnected, lost, and alone, it's something amazing.

I guess I did learn a little bit form linguistics after all.