Words I Think I Wrote

The more I read, the more I read ideas I think I thought, or I think I read.

Words get their power from being strung together with other words. By themselves, a word is a word. Some inspire emotions on their own. Here's one that comes to mind: Orphan. Unless you invented the word, (three-peat), anyone can use the stand alone words for free. Start stringing them together exactly or reasonably exactly and Hilary will take you to task. Someone else monitors musical notes--probably Tipper.


Robert Fulgham wrote a book I thoroughly enjoyed: Words I Wish I Wrote.Even the title is art. Aaron, a fan of well written verses, and I shared that book. Our copy may be in the library at Mount Bachelor Academy, outside of Prineville, OR. If you ever get there, see if it's on the shelf. I'd like to get that book back.

A couple of the words Mr. Fulgham wrote he wished he had wrote:

Sometimes it rains on the just. Sometimes it rains on the unjust. Sometimes it just rains. (I don't remember who he credited with that one)

In the midst of winter, I found there was within me, an invincible summer. (Camus)

There was something in there about suicide. I don't remember the words exactly but Aaron and I had a good laugh over the wisdom suggested. It went something like: Suicide is one thing that can always be put off to tomorrow. I probably don't have all of the words and/or the order isn't exactly right, but you can find it int he book.

Now the only reason I bring up that quote is because of a conversation I was involved in one morning. People I know were sharing their thoughts on the topic as it pertained to people they knew. As I was listening, my mind was clicking through the archives of my memory. Somewhere in there was stored the words Fulgham wished he wrote. I wandered around the vault for a while and thought about the terrible emotions the word "suicide" triggers. Another word with a shady reputation is "procrastination". Suicide has redeeming value as an act of evil doers, Hitler for one. Procrastination has it’s place in the sun too. I mixed and juggled some words to see if they might fit. Here is an idea in words I think I wrote:

Procrastination has its redemption as a character trait of one who contemplates suicide.