The English Language …
Before writing this blog I thought I knew what I wanted to say, and I searched for quotes and literature that others lived by to inspire me further. However, in that quest I came to the realisation that I live my life by the words I hear, say and wait to be said. In hindsight, it seems rather idiotic of me not to realise this with speech for most of us being our fundamental method of communication.
Yet I had neglected to observe and realise that all my life I have clung on to promised words, from pinky promises in the nursery playground to waiting to hear ‘Will you marry me?’ to know my life has been truly fulfilled. (I know, I know, it’s cliché)
I have to admit despite not being religious I place a heavy belief in words and I understand how individuals can find purpose in the readings of the bible. Though my cynical-self fails to accept such theories of God, I do cling to words as tight. In the past year, I have become increasingly anxious and with that, one begins to lose faith in wellness. Due to this despite my lingering faith in the future, I have always been surrounded by the beauty of a combination of syllables that re-arrange my life into purpose.
This leads me to last week and what left me wanting to post about quotes.
I had a terrible therapy session, all in the aid of recovery and found the greatest of comfort in words written by Anne Frank . ‘The final forming of a person’s character lies in their own hands’. I must say the quote resonated a percentage more due to the mind behind it and the character of Anne Frank that lives on. My hardest of days and darkest of thoughts can be monopolised by the shortest of quotes. And I am quite proud of my minds overwhelming ability to do this. It brings me strength, and I hope I’m not the only one in this world with such talent.
So, I imagined this blog post to be filled with ‘Ella’s quotes to live by’. Yet I seemed to find myself more distracted by the true power of the English language. Don’t be disappointed, however, my quotes to live by will follow shortly.
My message being; never stop finding beauty, faith and strength in words, life really wouldn’t be worth living if we did.
I end this post with a quote my Mother found contentment from and that I think is a lesson that everybody learns along the journey we call- life.
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
It is not the critic who counts, to view oneself by the comments of others in response to your shortcomings, leaves you forgetting the strength of trying.