For free, come and get it.

I give out adventures, for free, on a regular basis. Some people accept them regularly, they count down the days until the next one, they tell me how much they love those weekly bits of something more than the abyss of normality. Others want to come, but life gets in the way-- jobs, lack of a form of travel, other plans. I wonder if those people realize they don't have to only have adventures on Thursdays... Other people never respond when I reach out to them, or they are constantly full of excuses. I don't mind if they don't come to Thursday Adventures, it just makes me sad-- to watch someone who seems to be afraid of adventure, afraid of meeting new people, afraid of being uncomfortable. People who are so stuck in their normal pattern of life that they refuse to take part in that "something more" even when it's being completely planned for them and handed out for free, to anyone who wants it.

I give out words, also for free. Some people tell me they love what I say, and even push the follower button, so they can read it all as soon as possible. Some people happen upon my words and say nice things, you're so profound, you're so talented, but they don't come back often. Most people never read what I say, and probably never will. There are plenty of words out there, some of them are read over and over again by person after person, my words aren't always. But I don't write for person after person, I write for myself, I write for my mom, I write for the small group of people who care, who read what I say and think I want to be friends with that girl.

I give out light, and you may have it, I just ask that you don't dim the light. Some people give me their light in return, and we both make each other brighter. Some people stick around until they find a little of light in themselves. Some people notice the light, and want to come closer, but they don't know how to respect it, and end up dimming it. I have to walk away from those people. Sometimes I try to stay around them too long, thinking more time will do the trick, that magically something will affect them and suddenly they will change. But really the longer I stay, the more light I lose, and sometimes it's hard to get back to the amount of light I had before. I'm learning to stick around the shiny people.

It's all free. Come and get it.

Emeli Sandé

You've got the words to change a nationbut you're biting your tongueYou've spent a life time stuck in silenceafraid you'll say something wrongIf no one ever hears it how we gonna learn your songSo come on ,come onCome on, come onYou've got a heart as loud as lionsSo why let your voice be tamed?Baby we're a little differentthere's no need to be ashamedYou've got the light to fight the shadowsso stop hiding it awayCome on, Come on

I wanna sing, I wanna shoutI wanna scream till the words dry outso put it in all of the papers,i'm not afraidthey can read all about itread all about it oh

At night we're waking up the neighbourswhile we sing away the bluesmaking sure that we remember yeahcause we all matter tooif the truth has been forbiddenthen we're breaking all the rulesso come on, come oncome on, come on,lets get the tv and the radioto play our tune againits 'bout time we got some airplay of our version of eventsthere's no need to be afraidi will sing with you my friendCome on, come on

I wanna sing, I wanna shoutI wanna scream till the words dry outso put it in all of the papers,i'm not afraidthey can read all about itread all about it oh

Yeah we're all wonderful, wonderful peopleso when did we all get so fearful?and now we're finally finding our voicesso take a chance, come help me sing this

I wanna sing, I wanna shoutI wanna scream till the words dry outso put it in all of the papers,i'm not afraidthey can read all about itread all about it oh

I wanna sing, I wanna shoutI wanna scream till the words dry outso put it in all of the papers,i'm not afraidthey can read all about it
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/read-all-about-it-ptiii-lyrics-emeli-sande.html ]

Go listen to Read All About It by Emeli Sandé. Now. Sometimes I find a song with perfect lyrics, and of course I wanted to share those lyrics with you.

Hello, my name is Emma, and I adore words. This song is about words, so I adore it, too.

Billboards

There are new billboards popping up lately. One I pass every single morning. Two of them I saw yesterday, Downtown. All they are is a a big white background with a single word written in big blue letters. Words like DISCOURAGED and HOPELESS. They aren't advertising anything, there is no small print in the corner, no website you can go to for more information. Those billboards bug me. There I am driving along in my Bat-mobile, jamming out to Jack Johnson (yes, one certainly can jam out to Jack Johnson) and suddenly a giant word is staring me down from the side of the freeway. A giant sad word.

I don't know what the billboards are for. I imagine eventually they will change. Either to happy words, or maybe to some ad-- DISCOURAGED? CALL THIS HOTLINE. 800- BE-HAPPY.

Its crazy how much those billboards have made me think.

My thoughts towards those billboards:

"How dare they put such disappointing words right were everyone sees them? Either people are having a fantastic day and suddenly a stupid billboard reminds them of the bad, or people are already feeling hopeless and you just displayed their emotion in huge blue letters, how does that help?"

Ah, the power of giant words on the side of the freeway.

The power of the words you let out of your mouth everyday.

Word.

No. Words.