Not sure why but I have been going deep inside the psychological aspects of my mind.  Trying to make sense of all my thoughts and I can’t. 

I am trying to define meanings to the complicated equations that plague my brain. I think with all this crap in the news about what people are saying about others they don’t know in deafening judgemental overtones, has got me thinking about the words we choose in everyday life, words we take for granted. Words we speak, we hear, read, see and especially feel.

Words that bombard us in an emotional rollercoaster. Ups and downs. Good and bad. Devine versus evil. Yes mistaken for no.

Words are needed to communicate, it’s what we use to talk to each other, to express ourselves, whether verbally, written down on paper, in a text or sung within a song. All can’t be said without words.

You even need a word…to say or read the word, word.

We use them to tell someone a secret, or how their day went. We use words to tell the doctor how we feel in hopes that he listens. We read books to learn about history or to help a child fall asleep. 

Radio airwaves surround us with music, songs sung that we hear. Songs with lyrics that make us cry, smile, dance, get angry and inspire.  Even songs without words, have ways to communicate.  Even without lyrics, a music note is still defined by a word.

Maybe I think too much about things and why they exist.  But we exist, because words do.  Upon being born, we are given a date of birth, written down in records. Our gender, our eye color, length and weight are collected and words like girl, blue, 19 inches are noted on a certificate. 

I want to know, who initially defined what a specific word should be.  As you read this, someone had to come forth and say that this is what it should be called.  How do we know if the right words chosen are correct?

This is what I think about….and does anyone else?

As i look about my small one bedroom apartment, here in Orlando, FL at all the stuff in it. The sofa I sit upon, the computer desk where I should be, and a leopard print cat tree where our cats play and stare out the window.

Television, Xbox, laptops, lizards, flags of pride and coexistence as well as a symbol many regard as hate.

Cluttered coffee table, carpet stains and white walls. Lights and chairs. Empty Dr. Pepper can.  Glasses that should be on my face but i can’t see with them on.

All in my view and all that are associated by a name, a brand, color and size. Defined by a word.  Why is a television called that? Who decided to call our game console Xbox 360? Why are my walls considered white? Who is sure they are white, what if they are really blue? Do you get me?

Many words in our languages, all over the world.  Though spoken differently, mostly all the same.  As we are as humans on this planet called Earth.

Whose idea was it to call us that? Human.  It looks funny and many of us are.
We.
Are.
One.
A race.

Not to win or of color. But human.  A being. A form with a head, two arms, and two legs and a bunch of bones, veins, muscles in between. Only our skin and where we live define who we are.
But are we acurately called? Think about everything in the universe, everything in space, on earth, in your country, within your state, your county, what makes up your town, your streets, the place you live, and where you are reading this? Is this everything? Is there more?
Now think about what it’s all called, does it make any sense at all?