I totally get the worries when it comes to technology, but I think there needs to be a balance between one's involvement in the tech world and getting out of the tech world for a while and spending time reading a paper book for example, or working on your garden and I think that comes with maturity. Just my thoughts. I strive to find that balance.
I understand worry, anxiety and technology worries. I'm working on the first 2 the third i solved with having a yearly contract with the geek squad at best buy! It's worth it!
I have worried myself into thinking I was sick. I worked in Nursing and a patient got sick, I had all the symptoms! I was fine. Every ailment worries me. If I can't get on WdC, I panic! It gets straightened out. I get your comments and we do need technology. A great entry.
We, all the readers, know that the blogger deals with sensitive but important subjects. That ought to be the main characteristic of an ideal blog. This blog post follows the same.In this blog post, the blogger tells us something about the importance of the language. How does the language used make connections between us? This is the main purpose of this blog.
Language takes a prime role in making connections between two souls. So, like the writer, I also end my comment with the observation of Oliver Wendell Holmes. He observed, “Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.”
I definitely agree with the statement that the best use of language is as a medium of art and emotion in literature. It's not easy to paint with words, but when it's done well, it really speaks to a person's emotional core. Lots of good food for thought to ponder.
Interesting.
I've always been fascinated with languages as well; always wondering how are humans able to just form these 'sounds' and then give them meaning and then evolve them into different things over the years and just how there are so many different languages in general! Mind blowing to be honest.
Prompt:
On this day in 1962 Monster Mash by Bobby Boris Pickett. I've included the song to inspire your monster entry today. Write either a story or a poem about monsters, any kind you want after seeing Pickett's facial expressions you should have lots of inspiration.
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My Monsters
Suddenly, when hours creep
I'm too scared and cannot weep
for his face twists in ways unknown
and his voice takes on a husky tone
I look in the mirror to see, no, it isn't him
with smiles cracked, carved with grim
but also me who grins from ear to ear
with lips curled, to hide my fear
Also, is a face with chin pulled tight
the nose a swirl of crooked fright
he puffs his cheeks, eyebrows too thin
some face he has, stretched like sin
My monsters growl, sigh, and snare
I try to look away, in despair
yet, they are not evil, but odd and free
my monsters are a part of me
When I look away, they disappear
but within my shadow, they're so near
like grief, lost hopes, bent and skewed
they keep after me, to me they are glued.
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