I’ve been through two years of AP English, and have never gone through such bad writers block as I have for two projects the past couple weeks. One project was an essay for a soccer scholarship and the other was a speech for my show choir banquet. These two projects have one thing in common: the subject really means something to me.
But what is meaning?
Is it love? It is the act of caring? What does it mean to have meaning? Personally, I don’t think there is such a definition. I think that “meaning” is set for each individual to define as their own. Soccer probably doesn’t mean anything to the majority of you who read this. Music doesn’t mean the same to me as it probably does to you. Meaning comes from what we value.
So what I’ve concluded from not being able to write these two essays for days is that sometimes there just aren’t words to pin point meaning. Sometimes there really are no words. How do you tell your child how much you love them? Say that you’ll take a bullet for them or that you love them to the moon and back? Maybe. But sit and think about whether that truly describes how much love you have for that person. There are no words to tell that person exactly how much you love them.
Words carry meaning, but meaning does not always carry words.