No bad words, only bad intentions

I see people freak out with regard to a teenagers use of profanity or even near profanity.

Yet those same people don't blink and eye when they hear that child call another child stupid, when they tell their sister they are ugly.

Some of those people even think its fine when their child uses racial slurs, they use them themselves. I don't have a problem with profanity in most cases, but this I have a problem with.

I said before that words don't hurt humans, humans hurt humans. This is what I mean. Some words were created specifically to wound, to cause emotional damage to another person.

Most people just want to be normal. Words like n****r and s**c, or even whore, or stupid suggest that for one reason or another we are not like others. That we are not the same as everybody else. For some reason that means we are not worthy of the same things, the same life as someone else.

Maybe that is why people use those words in the first place, to minimize their own flaws by pointing out their idea of flaws in others.

I don't want that for my children. I want them to recognize the flaws in themselves and accept that the flaws too are part of what makes them wonderful.

I want them to look at others and see the beauty and the magic that I see.

People are amazing, plainly and simply amazing.

The so-called crazy ones, the so-called stupid ones, the so-called ugly ones. All of them are beautiful in their own way.

All of them add color to an otherwise dull universe.

Skin color is no way to judge a person. Neither is status in life, who they have sex with or what kind of car they drive.

None of that outside stuff really matters, because the true beauty of humanity is on the inside. One persons ugly is another persons beautiful.

Life is all about how you look at it. No one person is superior to another, that is all a lie. We are all equal, each of us, in our own way. We all experience the same things in different ways. I want more than anything for my children to see this.

So my child may be able to get away with dropping a bomb now and then, but I'll be damned if they will use their words to hurt another person.

There is no excuse for people hurting other people with words, ever.

"There are no bad words, only bad intentions."

So many, many bad intentions.

Why do we even have words intended to hurt? What kind of world are we bringing our children into?

A strange world, that's for certain.

We live in a world where words can create anything. There are nasty words like cancer and divorce, they actually leave a bad taste in your mouth. Other words, words like rape just feel icky. Some words are nice, like infant, or kitten, or ice cream. They are words that can't help but make you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

If you like those sorts of things that is. That's what is funny about words.

Words mean different things to different people. What is devastating to one is humorous to another. Have you noticed that when it comes to the British and the Americans use of the language? We both speak English but we speak it in a whole different way.

In the U.S. certain words make women faint, in Britian those same words are used openly and nobody seems to gasp and clasp their hand to their throat. There it's okay, it's just a word. It's a strong word, but just a word. Those kinds of words weren't created to hurt, they were created to express, sometimes to insult, but not really to cause any harm.

People get so intense over words. Isn't it amazing?

The word liberal can make a conservative scream, but the word conservative can do the same to a good liberal. It's really quite stupid when you think about it. We all have more sames than differences.

It begins with two eyes, a nose, a mouth, two ears. The skin on our bodies, the air in our lungs. We all have basically the same body, with only slight variations. We all have the same feelings and emotions on some level, we all want basically the same thing...

Though we all seem so different, all human beings basically want the same thing.

We all want our needs met. That's it, that's all.

From the prude to the porn star, from the rich to the poor. It doesn't matter who we are, all of us just want our needs met.

It is only in those needs that we differ.

Some of us need love, others need to find their next fix, some need to take care of others and some need to look out for number one. Some just need to speak, and some just need to be heard.

Do you see why I say life is beautiful yet?

It isn't the differences that really divide us, it is words. We use words to label others, and sometimes we let those words decide who is our friend and who is our enemy.

A label can't even begin to describe the person underneath.

People are highly complex creatures, as much as I write about psychology with regard to both adults and children, I know that I could spend the rest of my life addressing these topics and never even begin to scratch the surface.

Labels are just more words, and a few simple words can never begin to describe the real person underneath. Those things on the surface, nationality, religious affiliation, even sexual preferences don't even begin to tell us who a person is.

Yet those words are the things that stop us in our tracks, that raise a flag and say this person is same, or this person is different. We are all same, and at the same time we are all different. That is beauty, that is truth, that is passion.

While I am passionate about some things, you are passionate about others. Those passions might even collide from time to time. We might be pulling in opposite directions, but the direction isn't what is important, it is the passion.

Passion, now there is an awesome word. Passion. I believe in passion as well. I believe in being excited about life, in being involved in life, in actually living life. I believe that nothing is worth doing unless you can do it with passion.

Most of all I believe in words, in the power of words to hurt and the power of words to heal. I am just as passionate about words as I am about life. I love playing around with words, seeing what I can create with them.

Sometimes I just write, but now and then I create a tapestry. Something that is just as vivid as a photograph, I can help you see what I see when I look inside of my mind. Those words are special to me, because the sharing of thoughts and ideas is special to me.

Our ideas are a part of the real person underneath. Not the ideas that were force fed to us by someone else, but the ideas that we found within ourselves. Those are the ideas that have power, those are the ideas that can change the world.

Words have that much power.