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I have been staring at this blank page for nearly an hour.
The desire to write my feelings is present, but not the clarity of mind that is necessary to do so. Communication. To be understood: that is what drives me, the desire to have my heart known and to be seen for the being that I am.
But in this endeavor, words fail me... not the words themselves, mind you, but their interpretation by others. No matter the precision of its denotation, the connotation of any word is ever in question - ever subject to the whims of interpretation. The words leave my mind, whether it be by mouth or by fingers, only to be taken and interpreted by others.
Interpretation is the act of conception in the light of individual belief, judgment, or circumstance. This inescapable facet of human communication diminishes our ability to actually communicate. To transmit information, thought, or feeling so that it is satisfactorily received or understood (in Webster's words). One can never be certain that they have been truly understood. Never.
But I will continue to write words, in a feeble effort to be understood.
What else is there to do? It is the way of things.
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