On my 30 minutes long train ride home, I thought about how hard squeezing everything in only 100 words is, and how I struggle to pick my words. Then something struck me.
It’s not the choice of words that matters. What matters most, is how you feel them, but not how you read them.
Imagine explaining pain to someone who has never experienced pain, or happiness to someone who has always suffered. Do you think your choice of words would matter?
We like a book or a movie, if we find ourselves in them. So, it’s the feeling that matters!