I am one with the Force and the Force is with me

I love reading and writing. I read whatever my eyes see. Reading and writing are in “my blood” and are a powerful force.

I respect words as spoken and written messengers, as carriers of basic or evolved, or of explicit or implicit information.

While for some things no words are needed, the spoken and written word have enriched human-kind, and for the gift of communicating and layering facts, thoughts, wants, needs, stories, ideas, adventures, feelings, business, and instructions, in such tangible joyous and satisfying ways, I am thankful.

For as long as I can remember I latched onto the printed words.

At an early age I could speed read, and before I turned a teenager I was reading James Michener’s “Hawaii”, and a few years later Arthur Haley’s “Roots” had a big impact upon me.

Reading inspired me to dream and to imagine, and to set goals and reach for them, as well as helped me to understand and appreciate things.

I was born in the 1960s, and as a child, us children would often play outdoors by the river (which was preferred in favor of watching our new black and white television) and my animal companions were my best friends.

I remember reading the Children’s Illustrated Dictionary one day on a school break and my father chided for me being studious.

“Go and have some fun,” he told me, and I calmly looked at him and replied, “I am Dad.”

One day the kids lined up and excitedly filed into the study where Mum had a manual typewriter. Oh boy, we thought it was the best thing since sliced bread.

But wait, having all had a turn at typing out stuff on the clickety-clackety machine (and this marked the start of my writing or typing out notes and poems and stories), a more wonderful thing happened.

Dad bought a golf-ball typewriter and it was this marvel that sent me into a trajectory where the sky was the limit. Now I could busily type as fast as my thoughts came, and they are constantly there.

The power of words are that they can comfort and inspire or encourage and teach others, they capture ideas and thoughts and feelings; and used wisely, they entertain and instruct and show good listening and comprehension skills.

I write and read because I imagine. I write and read because I am a creator. The Force is strong in this one. The challenge is to be honest and direct with words, and not to “talk down to others” or boss others around, but to understand and encourage or inspire others, and engage in sharing one’s own discoveries.

Don’t be half-hearted with your words. Written communication, whether it be a Medium Story or a Response to one, or pointedly, a Post or a Comment on social media, has to be complete and accurate and inclusive, based upon facts relevant to what you are trying to convey.

Emotional portrayals are used to punctuate your credentials, and should not be used for propaganda.

To me, words are messengers, not so much messages. Words as messengers carry a message just for you. The force of words for you may be different for someone else.

Let the force of inspiring, helpful, honest words be with you, as you use and appreciate others words, and pour out your own language straight from your Soul.

Be one with the Force.

About the Author

Celine Lai was born in Malaya (not Malaysia) and is the oldest inter-country adopted person in Australia. She loves reading and writing, and runs WordPress blogs and writes technical documents. She blogs mainly on Fascinating Animals.

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