Words can be odd.
Yes it’s vague to say. I know. But what else can you really say about a card with a painting and a poem by a Nobel Prize winner on it?
Yesterday amidst my pitches I got a reminder that shook me a little. It was a reminder that I should take more time to be like the girl on the card I received recently with a poem on the back.
Below you’ll see that poem, entitled “The Three Oddest Words” by Wislawa Szymborska. May you read and take pause on it as well.
The three oddest words
When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.
When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no non-being can hold.
By Wislawa Szymborska
Sometimes I also write poetry.