written by Dan Walsh
For the Love Of Words
For the love of words.
Not for the love of me, nor for the love of green.
For the love of words.
Why?
Words have meaning.
Life has meaning.
We have meaning.
We are more than the pop culture we live in, more than soulless corporate songs spewed by sold-out singers, more than twisted tales tossed on TV to numb our minds.
More than cell phones, IPods, and IMs.
More than black, white, brown, yellow or indifferent. More than X and Y.
More than they think us.
We have meaning, like these words, if we allow ourselves. If we give these words meaning, if we give these lives meaning, if we give our actions meaning, then we have meaning.
We have reason to exist.
We have reason to flow and to love words, reason to ask and demand more of our art and ourselves, a calling to exist outside the lines they draw for us.
They tell us to think outside the box.
I dare you to think as though the box didn't exist.
Flow is not a box. It's a current in motion. You have a choice: Be slave to a river's current, or create your own flow, as if those other currents did not exist.
Some say the world is comprised only of leaders, rebels and conformists. I say let them keep that box. Be none of those, if you so choose. Be something the elite forget exists:
Be you.
And express you with words. Love these words, and give them meaning.
Give them you.
Love words enough to make them worth writing.
This is FLOW.
Demand more.