I found language absolutely fascinating. I want to learn German, French, Arabic, Russian, Swahili, and … so much more. The meaning of the words from one culture’s context can be completely different from another culture. I always wonder why–like many of us do as we learn another language. Currently, I’m struggling writing in German because the word order in German use a different system than in the English language. Even though I’m struggling with German, I love the struggle. I love struggling with words because, to me, it is a puzzle that I need to solve to make a perfect sentence. A sentence that captivates people’s mind that they can’t stop thinking about it.
The Great Gatsby. Sherlock Holmes. Brave New World. Of Mice and Men. The Girl on the Train. All these literatures are handpicked to be the magnificent in various times. Every wonder why that is? I always did as a child then now and till my death. Those books provoke something in us that we didn’t notice before. An idea. Our voice hidden away yet found again and again and again etc.
I once tweeted, “To feel alive again is the reason #WhyIWrite.” I still stand by that statement. I write because it makes me feel alive. We created language to identify who we are by using symbols and meanings. The language is our identity. In other words, language is our mind’s eye like each cells in our body keeps us alive.
Every time I write, I hope my words captivates you somehow. Does it make you think? Does it make you feel something? What were your thoughts? I want to provoke something inside of you that you never noticed before. And I want you do the same with me. Provoke me. Challenge me. Make me think. So go on and leave a brash comment or anything. I love perspectives. It’s weird but fascinating.