As a writer, I've spent most of my life believing words mean something. They're my passion, hope one day they will be my trade. But lately, I've realized words sometimes don't say anything at all. No, I haven't been drinking. ;)
In times of stress and worry, you realize how trite so many of the standard phrases are. "I'm so sorry for your loss." "I feel your pain." "What can I do for you?" And of course, we say them, and we mean them, but what do they really mean when someone's hurting? How do you convey to someone you care, other than saying it over and over, no matter how hollow the words seem? That's some of what I've been struggling with lately. When you think about it, it truly is an amazing thing that words on a page written by someone you don't know can touch you so profoundly. A gift with words is something not to be taken lightly, but that gift sometimes disappears when you need it most.