I'm looking for the right words.

I think most of us are misunderstood. Because we don't know how to communicate. We don't know how to use words. Language. We're tongue-tied. Or we are just stupid. We don't have the vocabulary. The moxie. The know-how. Communication, of course, is a two-way street. And maybe it has to be intimate. Reaching into the depths of two beings. We need receptors in order to communicate effectively. For me, the key is words. My words. I have to find the right words. Words that not only have meaning to me, but to the other. I don't know how I could live. If I didn't have words. I didn't become alive until I found words to express myself. And I'm discovering more words all of the time. And that is what makes me more and more alive. Even when I have nobody immediaterly available to talk to, I still find ways to put my thoughts into words. By writing. Like now. My blog. It's read. By a relative handful. Hopefully, by somewhat kindred spirits. Of course, this blog has gone through periods when it has attracted complete idiots. People who choose to misunderstand. People with mean spirits. But gradually, they have drifted away. Much to my delight. Maybe because they felt unwelcomed. Maybe because I reached them. By suggesting that they were wasting their time. Wasting their lives. I'm looking for people that are in love. With life. Unfortunately, too many people aren't in love. With anything. I'd like to reach them. With meaningful words. The kind that push their love buttons. That make them feel truly alive. --Jim Broede