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World of Words

They say shooting with words is much and far harsher than attacking with bullets. Those bitter words, especially from the loved and trusted ones, can kill more than poison can at times. But I guess I began to admire bitter words much earlier as I took each one with pride and promises to shine my own life. I do remember some of those words with a vision crystal clear. They do pop up at times, only to remind me of how strong and competent they have prepared me with time. The first few ones came by as shocking surprises to me. I was told on a cold winter morning "Let's take a break" for no reason I could see then. And that "I don't feel anything like love for you" came to shoot me right in the eye of the heart without any prior notice of a fight, not even a tiff. And I never questioned nor complained but walked out quietly of that unknown self-imposed storm.

The next shock was greater than that when I was pushed into yet another spell of bitter words. "I want to focus on my life. You can go find some other reason for love and whatever you want to call it" came to bid me a silent goodbye again just days before I was about to go live my beautiful dream of togetherness. I didn't say a word even this time. Then came a short and quick stream of bitter words: "I don't know what I want in life but I do know what I don't want, and you are one of them", or "Don't try to talk to me ever again", to the extent of even "Go to hell".

Surprisingly, those bitter words made me realize the sweeter side of my own, the stronger side that I never had explored nor discovered before. I was never meant to be basking in despair but in the glory of an inner spirit that lifted me up and above any kind of bitterness in life. Until those bitter words, I never knew this side of mine, never met this strong self of mine. Maybe they made me lose those loved and trusted ones in life but I would not really call it a loss for the simple fact that love and trust never die, and if they do, they are simply not that.

I fondly remember my father telling all of us one young evening years ago, "If you are spoken bitterly, it's a good thing". I could not understand the meaning then, thinking Dad is just being a bit lame and funny ignoring those words. Well, I can clearly understand now how strong he acted by not taking those words to heart. That it is indeed a strong thing to be able to ignore those words. And I added a few more realizations to it: that I turn those bitter words into a different kind of foothold of strength and determination to discover more of my unexplored grit and greatness of the heart and soul. For someone like me who goes by the heart and not head, it is always a great pleasure to see how leveled and balanced a heart travels with the humble head to raise new skies of sunrise with every bitterness it comes across. So I would say, embrace those bitter words hurled at you to make them your wings to fly new heights. For bitter is the new sweet. Try once.
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