“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
― Jack Kerouac, Dharma Bums
I have two gifts that come to mind upon seeing this quote. These are gifts of mine, of course. On is my gift of gab and one is my way with words. Now while I had to beg borrow and steal popular idioms and phrases to convey this, I think I speak for myself and almost everyone around me when I say, if there is anything that is evident it’s that I like to talk and I like to write. And when I can’t seem to do one, I usually do the other. I started writing poetry, and I think I constructed a style for myself in which words were numerous and sentences were long and descriptive. What I mean by all this is one day I hope to find the right words, the ones that can stand without much extra coloring. That will be right. Like this experiences and many other experiences, encounters, and relationships in life, I can’t seem to color them. They stand quite right on their own.